We passed upon the stair,we spoke in wallse and web,
Althrow I was'n there,he said I was his friend,
Which came as a surprisa.I spoke into his eyes.
I throght you died along,A long,long time ago.
Oh,no,not me,
We never lost control.
The face to fase
Of a man who sold the wold.
I laughed abd shook his hand,and made my way back home,
I searched afar the land,for years and years I roamed.
I gazed a gazy stare.We walked a million hills.
I must have died along,A long,long time ago.
Who knows?Not me.
I never lost control.
The face to fase
Of a man who sold the wold.
Who knows?Not me.
We never lost control.
The face to fase
Of a man who sold the wold.