We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when. Although I wasnt 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. Youre 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 along, a long long time ago. Who knows? not me. We never lost control. Youre face to face. With the man who sold the world. Who knows? not me. We never lost control. Youre face to face. With the man who sold the world
David BowieAbout author
- Author's profession: Musician
- Nationality: english
- Born: January 8, 1947
- Died: 8, 2013