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 gazely stare at all the millions here...
I 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...