My Monstera grows in the gray
I prune every leaf for the day
Across the bay a calico creeps
While the whole orbital station sleeps
Watch the void in a golden eye
Sailing through a velvet sky
Keep the watch on the hangar floor
Guard the lock on the airlock door
I speak to the Ficus in lines
Reading all the organic signs
She stalks through the chrome and the oil
Far away from the scent of the soil
Her orange fur is a sudden spark
Cutting through the metallic dark
I water the roots in the pot
Watching her claim this lonely spot
Watch the void in a golden eye
Sailing through a velvet sky
Keep the watch on the hangar floor
Guard the lock on the airlock door
Patience is a root in the sand
Holding tight to a shaking hand
Wait for the dawn of a distant sun
Until the long lonely shift is done
The Chlorophytum starts to lean
Turning a vivid shade of green
The cat lets a low rumble sound
Safe in the orbit where we are bound
Watch the void in a golden eye
Sailing through a velvet sky
Keep the watch on the hangar floor
Guard the lock on the airlock door
Just the soil and the calico
Waiting for the signal glow
Keep the watch now
Keep the watch
