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