The Man Who Sold the World - Fear Cult

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

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 gazeless stare

at all the millions here

We must have died alone,

a long long time ago

Who knows?

not me

We never lost control

You're face to face

With the man who sold the world