Heat Death

Verse 1

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock
The fog descends upon the town
The farthest one can see not past two blocks
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' human faces all eclipsed
Amidst the fog, one cannot hope to glimpse
The girl immersed in books, the man
At his piano, the child with building bricks
Assembling worlds, his starfish hands
Are curled in stout, determined fists:
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism
Within the abysm of the mist.

Chorus

Between the heat and cold there is the fog
And human warmth is spread increasing thin

Separation, slow dispersion
Of tiny points of light
Soon achieving cold inertion
They can't contend against entropic end

Verse 2

With heads bowed down to trace our steps
Count cracks, avoid the crevices
We never lift our sights to see
The everpresent cloud of witnesses

Eking out our feeble lives
Tired roles we endlessly reprise
Never seeing face to face
In one fell stroke we are erased

Bridge

Crying like a voice in the wilderness
I'm calling on that ancient Muse
And as I stand before you now
I see your faces unconfused

Behold the book which bound am I to impart
The scroll inscribed upon a consecrated heart
Comfort ye my people, saith your God
For between the cold and heat there is the fog.

Verse 3

The everpresent cloud of smoke
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light
Stand aright!

The Lord possessed me at the first
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth
Remember, Man, that dust thou art
A dying ember on the hearth

Chorus 2

Between the heat and cold there is the fog
Our souls like embers scattered to the wind

Separation, slow dispersion
Of tiny points of light
Unfit bear the cast aspersions
And face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.