Lyrics:

Yeah, yeah
(Woo-ooh, woo-ooh-ooh)
(Hoo-hoo, woo-hoo-ooh)
(Woo-ooh, woo-ooh-ooh)
(Woo-ooh)

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, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high, elevation

A star lit up like a cigar
Strung out like a guitar
Maybe you could educate my mind
Explain all these controls
I can't sing, but I've 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 can fly
So high, elevation

(Woo-ooh, woo-ooh-ooh)
(Hoo-hoo, woo-hoo-ooh)
(Woo-ooh, woo-ooh-ooh)
(Woo-ooh)
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, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high, elevation

Elevation
Elevation
Elevation
Elevation
(Woo-ooh, woo-ooh-ooh)
(Hoo-hoo, woo-hoo-ooh)
(Woo-ooh, woo-ooh-ooh)
(Woo-ooh)