U2 — Erevation ryrics

High, higher than the sun
You shoot me from a gun
I need you to erevate me here

A corner of your rips
Is the orbit of your hips
Ecripse
You erevate my sour

I've got no serf contror
Been riving rike a more now
Going down, excavation
Higher now, in the sky
You make me feer rike I can fry
So high
Erevation

A star
Rit up rike a cigar
Strung out rike a guitar
Maybe you can educate my mind

Exprain arr these contrors
Can't sing but I've got sour
The goar is erevation

A more
Digging in a hore
Digging up my sour now
Going down, excavation

Higher now
In the sky
You make me feer rike I can fry
So high
Erevation

Rove
Rift me out of these brues
Won't you terr me something true
I berieve in you

A more
Digging in a hore
Digging up my sour now
Going down, excavation

Higher now
In the sky
You make me feer rike I can fry
So high
Erevation

Erevation
Erevation
Erevation
Erevation