Infrared

I came along an empty planet
Where I was born beside a lake
The days were long, and there was nothing in my eye
Not a tear, not a bird, not a snake
And Phillip claimed I must have missed him
At the point of faith and misbelief
The red man died without a spear there at his side
I never learned the shape of a maple leaf
In infrared
Is there anyone talking?
In infrared
Is there anyone hocking
A sign of life, something bright throwing heat?
In infrared
In a little black box
They won’t forget
Through the ticks, and the talks
In a little wood chest
There’s a little heart with a beat
A little heart with a beat
A little heart with a beat
She awoke the vast reflection
The way we hold, let go, repeat
To synthesize a joy in someone’s afterlife
I never knew, I never know, I never tried
In infrared
Is there anyone talking?
In infrared
Is there anyone hocking
A sign of life, something bright throwing heat?
In infrared
In a little black box
They won’t forget
Through the ticks, and the talks
In a little wood chest
There’s a little heart with a beat
A little heart with a beat
A little heart with a beat
A little heart with a beat
A little heart with a beat
A little heart with a beat
A little heart with a beat
A little heart with a beat
A little heart with a beat