Infrared

I came along, an empty planet
Well 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

Philip 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 hawking
a sign of life, something bright throwing heat?
In infrared in a little black box
they won't forget, through the ticks and the tocks
In a little wood chest, 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 try

In infrared is there anyone talking?
In infrared is there anyone hawking
a sign of life, something bright throwing heat?
In infrared in a little black box
they won't forget, through the ticks and the tocks
In a little wood chest, 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