I can feel my head going numb mile high,
Traveling on a path sky bound,
To places with no return,
I am moving faster than the speed of sound.
I have reached the tip of the sky,
They were right, the world indeed is round,
The edge of my ears starts to burn,
I am moving faster than the speed of sound.
I hear a faint distant cry,
Within the cloud it gets drowned,
closer and closer to my face comes the sun,
I am moving faster than the speed of sound.
I look down at the world, and bid my last goodbye,
I look above, madly does my heart pound,
My work on this planet is done,
I am moving faster than the speed of sound.
-Nik
(This was composed for this photograph)
Traveling on a path sky bound,
To places with no return,
I am moving faster than the speed of sound.
I have reached the tip of the sky,
They were right, the world indeed is round,
The edge of my ears starts to burn,
I am moving faster than the speed of sound.
I hear a faint distant cry,
Within the cloud it gets drowned,
closer and closer to my face comes the sun,
I am moving faster than the speed of sound.
I look down at the world, and bid my last goodbye,
I look above, madly does my heart pound,
My work on this planet is done,
I am moving faster than the speed of sound.
-Nik
(This was composed for this photograph)
