Astra is through the mountain.
His mind slips away further and further.
He doubts , He wonders, He dreams.
The voices get louder, the illusions grow stronger.
What is real and what is not?
What is it to be real.
Astra Wanders. He finds the stairs...
He gets prepared for the Moonlight.
The stairs look as if they go up forever..
Wonderland, does it exist?
In this big picture are we all just kids?
In this world are we allowed to wonder?
Or do we walk under gods thunder?
oh do you really wanna see our lives through the clouds (wonderland)
Oh i hope so, cause that’s the wonder
Underneath this tree of dreams lies the roots that hold it steady
As I formally place a seat
Heat sparks the weed within me.
I’ll fly away, yeah
Im flowing through my wonder
Im going fast until the point my paint drips from the frame
I knew whats true
I guess that’s my problem as it dawns. I’m waking up early
Rapidly changing pace
In moments thoughts just slip by
Are there stairs over water to a train leaving autumn?
It’s a poison, a darkness that you can see now, raptured from my dreams now
Im insane, I feel deranged like a monster hungry for brains.
when we’re at those those gates I hope i can have a piece of land
own a house that I could man for all i consider family and all I have
Look its right over there, right over there just up these stairs is wonderland.