Music
The Man Who Sold The World
We passed upon the stairs,We spoke of was and when Although I wasn’t thereHe said I was his friend Which came as a surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone A long long time ago Oh no, not me, We never lost control,You’re face to face,With the man who sold the worldI laughed and shook his hand,I made my way back home,I searched for form and land,Years and years I roamed,I gazed a gazely stare,We walked a million hills -- I must have died alone,A long long time ago.Who knows, not me,I never lost control,You’re face, to face,With the man who sold the world.
