Cascades of Colour (Wamdue Black Mix)

Cascades of Colour (Wamdue Black Mix) - Ananda Project/Gaelle

Lyrics by：Chris Brann

Composed by：Chris Brann

Produced by：Chris Brann

And at sunrise

Cascades of color slip right through your hands

And at sunset

Your castle's in the clouds turn back into sand

But when night falls

You'll find your swept away with no helping hand

But the music

The music is your beacon back to dry land

And at sunrise

Cascades of color slip right through your hands

And at sunset

Your castle's in the clouds turn back into sand

But when night falls

You'll find your swept away with no helping hand

But the music

The music is your beacon back to dry land

And at sunrise

Cascades of color slip right through your hands

And at sunset

Your castle's in the clouds turn back into sand

But when night falls

You'll find your swept away with no helping hand

But the music

The music is your beacon back to dry land

And at sunrise

Cascades of color slip right through your hands

And at sunset

Your castle's in the clouds turn back into sand

But when night falls

You'll find your swept away with no helping hand

But the music

The music is your beacon back to dry land

Cascades of color 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

And at sunrise

Cascades of color slip right through your hands

And at sunset

Your castle's in the clouds turn back into sand

But when night falls

You'll find your swept away with no helping hand

But the music

The music is your beacon back to dry land

And at sunrise

And at sunset

But when night falls

But the music

Cascades of color slip right through your hands

And at sunrise

Cascades of color slip right through your hands

And at sunset

Cascades of color slip right through your hands

And at sunrise

Cascades of color slip right through your hands

And at sunset

Cascades of color slip right through your hands

And at sunrise

Cascades of color slip right through your hands

And at sunset

Your castle's in the clouds turn back into sand

But when night falls

You'll find your swept away with no helping hand

But the music

The music is your beacon back to dry land