The Man Who Sold The World
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 time ago.
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 time ago.
Who knows, not me,
we never lost control.
You're face to face
with the man who sold the world.
