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