He died yesterday. I buried him myself... I recall him, from the first days we meet. days which were the approach to my entire life, love and soul... you may not understand. you may not blame me. don't ask me to explain. he made nothing to my life, but he was a powerful evidence. I just needed him to be somewhere. I didn't want him to do anything. and now, I think he was watching me all the time... I didn't do all I could... to save him or to treat him in a better way. and I can't compensate anymore.

To him:

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 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 World