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 
We must have died alone, 
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