The Man Who Sold the Moon

The Man Who Sold The World - David B.

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 roamedI gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here We must have died along, 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 Who knows? not me We never lost control You’re face to face With the man who sold the world