Wake Me. Shake me. Come on take me. To a Higher Plane. Make the music and the rhythm. Carry me away. I want to be with you. I want to be free. I want to be connected to everyone I see. (Ohh) Ooo... everyone moving with the same emotion. (Ohh) Ooo... and he looks just like a silent word being spoken. Wake Me. Shake me. Come on take me. To a Higher Plane. Make the music and the rhythm. Carry me away. Rhythm is my spirit. Rhythm is my speech. Rhythm is pulsating. The rhythm of the street. (Ahh) Ooo... to find myself in the still of the thunder. (Ahh) Ooo... 'til another moment passing by pulls me under... pulls me under. Wake me. Shake me. Come on take me. To a Higher Plane. Make the music and the rhythm. Carry me away. I want to be with you. Ohhhhhhh Yeah!. Wake me. Shake me. Come on take me. To a Higher Plane. Make the music and the rhythm. Carry me away. I want to be with you. I want to be free. I want to be connected from my heart to be beat. Beam myself in the light against the darkness. 'Til your love descends and smoothes away all the harshness all the harshness. Wake me. Shake me. Come on take me. To a Higher Plane. Make the music and the rhythm. Carry me away. Wake me. Shake me. Come on take me. To a Higher Plane. Make the music and the rhythm. Carry me away-ay-ay-ay-ay.