Baseball Diamond - Beach House

You think of tomorrow

The things you’ll get done

Your family’s a portrait

When spaces come down

She says she will meet you when

It’s quite passable

No time like the evening

The baseball diamond

Oh

You can’t find your ticket

The hands in the air

So while it’s a foul ball

The children won’t care

She sits smiling next to you

The sun on the edge

The circle awaits the calm

When he comes to pitch

No hands like the evening

I want you to win

I feel like it’s coming

The second steal in

She sits like the season

The sun washes in

A break in the clouds

No time like to win

No time like tomorrow

The baseball diamond

Playmakers waiting for the sun to come down

Playmakers waiting for the sun to come down

Playmakers waiting for the sun

Playmakers waiting for the sun