Death is hanging over me Though this room is seldom cold Rosewood candles light the way Along this tarnished road. Death is hanging over me In it's empty covered shroud Death is hanging over me And it could never seem too loud. It's waiting in my arms Like a perfect glimpse of white A thousand islands twist and fall In the morning light. Death is hanging over me It merely twists and falls Death is hanging over me But I can't hear it at all. My death waits there.