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
 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,
 long long time ago
 
 Who knows? Not me
 We never lost control
 You're face to face
 With the man who sold the world