Infra Red

Your spit still clings to bottles in the fridge

It brings relief to know that you've been there

All this time

The taste of AM shifting through the darkest night

It battles for a space that's right

How I collect

My eyes you drew

Cross them for something to do

Mmmm

Barefeet cross in infrared they meet

They last the images they make still stay

Close to me

Pins and things they're caught up in your hair

They made they made me want to care still there

And I collect

Half sucked sweets and fine receipts

Stuck in my pocket for you

For you