When I was dead I wore a strong perfume When I was dead I never left the room And I saw the aapples 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 s** 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-and love When I was dead somebody took my hand I couldn't see his face I took his hand 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 --------------------------------------------------------------------