The music is your beacon back to dry land
The music is your beacon back to dry land
And at sunset
Oh, the music, now this is why I sing
Your castle's in the clouds, turn back into sand
Cascades of color, slip right through your hands
But the music
Your castle's in the clouds, turn back into sand
You'll find your swept away with no helping hand
But the music
Oh, the music, my sunrise
But when night falls
But when night falls
You'll find your swept away with no helping hand
And at sunrise
And this is why we sing
Cascades of color, slip right through your hands
And at sunrise
But when night falls
But the music
And at sunset