We

passed up-

on

the

stair,

we

spoke

of

was

and

when,

al-

though

I

was-

n't

there,

he

said

I

was

his

friend

which

came

as

some

sur-

prise.

I

spoke

in-

to

his

eyes,

I

thought you

died

a-

lone,

a-

long

long

time

a-

go.

Oh

no,

not

me,

I

ne-

ver

lost

con-

trol,

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

gaze-

ly

stare

at

all

the

mil-

lions

here,

we

must

have

died

al-

one,

a-

long

long

time

a-

go.

Who

knows,

not

me,

we

ne-

ver

lost

con-

trol,

you're face

to

face

with

the

man

who

sold

the

world.

Who

knows,

not

me,

we

ne-

ver

lost

con-

trol,

you're face

to

face

with

the

man

who

sold

the

world.