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 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-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  ------------------------------------------------------------------------