When I was dead I wore a strong perfume
When I was dead I never left the room
-- and I saw the apples hanging, like moments in the orchard --
But falling into action, the moment soon is over -- no returns
When I was dead I wasn't interested in sex
I didn't even care what happened next
I was free as a penny whistle, and silent as the glove
I wasn't me to speak of, just a thousand ancient feelings
That vanished into nothing -- into love
When I was dead somebody took my hand (When I was dead)
I couldn't see his face I took his hand (I couldn't see...)
And the Devil asked me to supper -- he said
"Careful with the spoons!"
And God said "Oh, ignore him! I've got all your albums"
I said "Yes, but who's got all the tunes?"
When I was dead
When I was dead
When I was dead
When I was dead
