Catherine McQuade

Lyrics

My Death

My Death, has been waiting at the corner
She loves me like a mirror
She's been here a while
My Death, she's got a smooth way of walking
A sassy way of talking
And an ironic smile

Though I'm never going to win this race
It's time I looked her in the face

My Death. She haunts me like a lover
She taunts me like a brother
She's inside and out
My Death we meet when I'm sleeping
She knows what I'm reaping
Her whisper's a shout

Though I'm never going to win this race
It's time I looked her in the face

My Death. She knows I'm a comin'
That's my song she's humming
A minor flat five
My Death. Not much of a talker
But a talented stalker
The whole of my life

No I'm never going to win this race
Now it's time for her embrace