The Ballad of Garland Grace

(ooohhhh) Deep in the iron hull,

root and stem

Garland Grace hides away from them

Left the green soil of a legendary sphere For a distant buzz

that she held so

dear

But the star-map is cold,

the trajectory wide (ahhhh) And a stowaway has no place to hide

Oh, eloping on a ghost machine!

A quiet bloom

that was never seen!

All for a loving bee who flies another way

Lost in the dark,

a silent stowaway

She dreams of the garden,

the warmth of the sun

But this iron highway has only begun

He circles a flower on a different world While her quiet leaves

are slowly unfurled

(oooohhh, ahhhh)

Lost in the dark...

a silent stowaway... (yeah,

far from home)