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