

(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)