We passed upon the stairs,
we spoke of walls and wells,
although I wasn´t there,
he said I was his friend,
which came him so surprised,
I spoked into his eyes,
I thought you died alone,
a long, long time ago...
Oh no,
not me
we never lose control
your face to face with the man who sold the world
I laught and shooked his hand
and made my way back home
I searched for form and land
for years and years I roamed
which gazed a gazley stare
with all the millions here
I thought you died alone,
a long, long time ago...
Who knows not me
I never lose control your face to face with the man who sold the world