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