Thursday, April 9, 2009
U2
ELEVATION (TOMB RAIDER)
High,
Higher than the sun
You shoot me from a gun
I need you to elevate me here,
At the corner of your lips
As the orbit of your hips, eclipse
You elevate my soul
I've got no self-control
Been living like a mole
Now going down, Ex-ca-va-tion
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly, so high
El-e-va-tion!
El-e-va-tion!
A star lit up like a cigar
Strung out like a guitar
Maybe you could educate my mind
Explain all these controls
Can't sing but I've got soul
The goal is el-e-va-tion
A mole, digging in a hole
Digging up my soul
Now going down, ex-ca-va-tion
I and I in the sk
You make me feel like I can fly so high
El-ev-a-tion!
El-ev-a-tion!
Love, lift me out of these blues
Won't you tell me something true
I believe in you
A mole
Digging in a hole
Digging up my soul
Now going down, ex-ca-va-tion
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly, so high
El-e-va-tion!
El-e-va-tion!
Elevation!
El-e-va-tion!
Elevation!
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