We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
although i wasn't there, he said i was his friend
which came as some surprise i spoke into his eyes
i thought you died alone, a long long time ago
oh no, not me
i never lost control
you're face to face
with the man who sold the world
i laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
i searched for form and land, for years and years i roamed
i gazed a gazley stare at all the millions here
we must have died along, a long long time ago
who knows? not me
we never lost control
you're face to face
with the man who sold the world