Beams

Quiet and easy in gold-plate dreams
Time at the bar just to cure the disease

There were ladders to climb way up into the sky
And watch as its all slowly by

You were bound to find a piece in your pocket
You were bound to find a piece in a dream
Under tin roofs and beams, all the things in between
Where nothing is quite what it seems

You meant what you said and you say what you mean
You don’t know but you go just right where you need

You were bound to find a piece in your pocket
You were bound to find a piece in a dream
Under tin roofs and beams, all the things in between

Where nothing is quite what it seems