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, your face to face with the man who sold the world. I laughed and shook his hand, made my way back home. I searched for foreign land, the years and years I roamed. I gazed, I gazed, I stared at all the millions there. We must have died alone, a long, long time ago. Who knows, not me, we never lost control, your face to face with the man who sold the world. Who knows, not me, we never lost control, your face to face with the man who sold the world. Instrumental Instrumental Instrumental Instrumental Instrumental