Trench coat heavy on my frame.
Hangar bay without a name.
Scent of ozone, cold and gray.
Where the ghost ships come to stay.
Sowing seeds in sterile sand.
Holding heaven in my hand.
Monstera grows in velvet light.
Turning blackness into white.
Calathea leaves begin to curl.
Safe inside this metal swirl.
Dirt is dark and rich and deep.
While the orbit drones still sleep.
Sowing seeds in sterile sand.
Holding heaven in my hand.
Monstera grows in velvet light.
Turning blackness into white.
I track clues in copper lines.
Reading all the subtle signs.
Latin names for every leaf.
Giving all this vacuum grief.
Sowing seeds in sterile sand.
Holding heaven in my hand.
Monstera grows in velvet light.
Turning blackness into white.
Root and stem and heavy clay.
Wash the city grime away.
Wait for water, wait for bloom.
In this empty docking room.
Case is closed but roots still hold.
Turning iron into gold.
Patience is the only way.
To bring back a summer day.
Sowing seeds in sterile sand.
Holding heaven in my hand.
Monstera grows in velvet light.
Turning blackness into white.
Just a little water now.
Watch the green leaf take a bow.
Deep space orbit, quiet soil.
End the search and end the toil.
