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