High vibration go on
To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
Past a mortal as me
Where can I be?

Wish the sun to stand still
Reaching out to touch our own being
Past all mortal as we
Here we can be
Here we can be

Suns high streams through
Awaken gentle mass touch
Awaken gentle mass touch

Strong dreams reign here
Awaken gentle mass touch
Awaken gentle mass touching
Awaken gentle mass touch

Star, song, age, less
Awaken gentle mass touch
Awaken gentle mass touching
Awaken gentle mass touching

Touching
Touching
Touching

Workings of man set to ply out historical life
Reregaining the flower of the fruit of his tree
All awakening, all restoring you

Workings of man crying out from the fire set aflame
By his blindness to see that the warmth of his being
Is promised for his seeing his reaching so clearly

Workings of man driven far from the path
Rereleased in inhibitions so that all is left for you
All is left for you, all is left for you
All this left for you now

Master of images
Songs cast a light on you
Hark through dark ties
That tunnel us out
Of sane existence
In challenge as direct
As eyes see young stars assemble

Master of light
All pure chance
As exists cross divided
In all encircling mode
Oh closely guided plan
Awaken in our hearts

Master of soul
Set to touch all impenetrable youth
Ask away
That thought be contact
With all that's clear
Be honest with yourself
There's no doubt, no doubt

Master of time
Setting sail over all of our lands
And as we look forever closer
Shall we now bid
Farewell, farewell

High vibration go on
To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
Past a mortal as me
Where can I be?

Wish the sun to stand still
Reaching out to touch our own being
Past all mortal as we
Here we can be

Like the time I ran away
And turned around
And you were standing close to me

Like the time I ran away
And turned around
And you were standing close to me

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Jon Anderson, Steve James Howe