'and at sunrise
and at sunset
but when night falls
but the music

[...]

and at the sunrise,
cascades of colour
slip right through your hands
your castle's in the clouds
turn back into sand
you'll find your swept away with no helping hand
the music is your beacon back to dry land

[...]

oh the music
now this is why I sing
oh the music...
my sunrise...
and this is why we sing
bring it back on home'


Adoro estes REMEMBER'S! Bons tempos, sem duvida! [2002 no mínimo]