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 gassed 
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: “
Where’s this? 
What kind of place 
Is dying in the human race?” 
I fell down on the sidewalk then 
Got up to drive away again