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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Writer(s): R HITCHCOCK