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