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 time ago

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 gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died alone a long time ago

Who knows, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world