Laser boy I'm called the one who makes and creates toys For

imaginations to become what they were once Long before

the hour glass was cast we were ageless Coloring the

phantom ghost of time with our last breath



CHORUS

I Beam, You Beam

I Beam, You Beam



There's nowhere else for love to bury deep herself Or scorn the

last parting sigh of stillborn saintly souls

Arise my love



Eager for the march through rainbow arch I proclaim much All the

ancient fathers rest their heads in observed watch

Wizards bring a dark curse to the land with wand in hand

From a book of black words comes the name of a lamb slain