We passed upon the stair,we spoke in wallse and web, Althrow I was'n there,he said I was his friend, Which came as a surprisa.I spoke into his eyes. I throght you died along,A long,long time ago. Oh,no,not me, We never lost control. The face to fase Of a man who sold the wold. I laughed abd shook his hand,and made my way back home, I searched afar the land,for years and years I roamed. I gazed a gazy stare.We walked a million hills. I must have died along,A long,long time ago. Who knows?Not me. I never lost control. The face to fase Of a man who sold the wold. Who knows?Not me. We never lost control. The face to fase Of a man who sold the wold.