I see it says Pitchstone Plateau
Before I had a chance to shut the door
Helena you held no lies
Stolen from my youthful eyes
Captured in your fleeting past
Time is lost and I'm ga**ed
Air is thin you're very light
I saw young girls there
In your arms and in a dream
And when I woke I heard you scream
You said: âWhere's this? What kind of place
Is dying in the human race?â
I fell down on the sidewalk then
Got up to drive away again