Outside The Window

NARRATOR
They braced as the lumbering giant began it’s ascent into the dingy Nobody Sky. Paul looked from the window next to his seat at the haunted world they were leaving below. The Nobody Hole unfolded before him as they zoomed above it…

Outside of the window
It’s a whole other world
I wonder what it’s like
I wonder what it’s like
When did the people
Burn their wings
I wonder what it’s like
I wonder what it’s like

Outside of the window
It’s a whole other world
I wonder what it’s like
I wonder what it’s like
When will the people
Earn their wings
I wonder what it’s like
I wonder what it’s like

Fly away, avatar
Kite today, gone tomarrah
Zombies wave, from below
Harmonicas and guitars
Dirt roads, mountain peaks
Stardust, atchya feet
Clouds pass by the window
With the moon just in reach

So far up in the air
Hard to feel all the weight
Red rivers are small veins
Strange beasts drink from the banks
And the lakes over there, pitch black ice cold
Host dark witches raves, where they dance shriek and moan

Fly away, avatar
Here today, gone tomarrah
Ghosts wave, from below
And strum their guitars
Long roads, mountain peaks
Stardust, atchya feet
Clouds fog up the window
With the moon just in reach

So far up in the air
Hard to feel all the weight
Red rivers are small veins
Hellhounds drink from lakes
It’s a beautiful sight, and it brought to his mind
A tune he used to whistle while sketching designs