Infrared - Tall Heights

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