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
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