Eastern Numbers - Yes

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 a mortal as we

Here we can be

We can be here

Be here now

Here we can be

Workings of man

Set to ply out historical life

Regaining the flower of the fruit of his tree

All awakening, all restoring you

Workings of man, crying out from the fires 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 things, master of light

Songs cast alight on you, all pure chance

Hark through dark ties as exists cross divided

That tunnel us out of sane existence in all encircling mode

In challenge as direct, oh closely guided plan

As eyes see young stars assemble awaken in our heart

Master of soul, master of time

Set to touch, setting sail

All impenetrable youth over all of our lands

Ask away, and as we look

That thought be contact forever closer

With all that’s clear shall we now bid

Be honest with yourself, farewell, farewell

Theres no doubt, no doubt

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 a mortal as we

Here we can be

We can be here

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