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

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