Song Lyrics:
Soul.
Who makes that sound?
I mean.
Is there only one man in the world who can make that sound with that face?
A genuinely funky man, for an Irish guy
In Harlem
I had lots of grandiose ideas about what I wanted to be when I grew up
And I met him.
And I asked Adam, I said
What do you want to do with your life
He said, four strings, I want to devote my life to four strings.
On the bass Adam Clayton.
Now behind me.
A force of nature.
A man who so believes in his bandmates,
that he’s taken to wearing some stylish spectacles
so he can watch our backs.
Wanna lead in? Let’s go Larry.
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
High, higher than the sun
You shoot me from a gun
I need you to elevate me here
From the corner of your lips
As the orbit of your hips, eclipse
You elevate my soul
Got no self-control
Digging like a mole now
Going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I could fly
So high, elevation
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
A star, you look like a cigar
Strung out like a guitar
Maybe you can educate my mind
Explain all these controls
Can’t sing but I got soul
The goal is elevation
A mole digging in a hole
Digging up my soul now
Going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I could fly
So high, elevation
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
Love, lift us up out of these blues
Won’t you tell me something true
I believe in U2
A mole digging in a hole
Digging up my soul now
Going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I could fly
So high, elevation
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh
Thank you to the Apollo, what an extraordinary thing
And thanks for taking the seats out for our little punk rock show.