C
It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning
C                                        F
She's running magical circle around my head
F
I hitch a ride on a dream she's driving
F                                        C
She turns to kiss me, I crash back into bed

C
Across the street on a grayed-out Monday
C                                         F
I see the girl with the eyes I can't describe
F
And suddenly it's a perfect Sunday
F
And everything is more real than life

Dm7                     G
I think I'm back in the dream
Dm7                        G
I think I'm back on the ceiling
Dm7                   G
It's such a beautiful feeling

      C
Going up
         C
She lights me up
   C          F
She breaks me up
       F
She lets me up
C
You find a mixture of bounding perfection
C                                               F
You're gotta read but you don't wanna reach the end
F
'Cause what if everything beautiful's fiction?
F
And this reality's just pretend? 

Dm7                     G
I think I'm back in the dream
Dm7                   G
I'm looking up at the ceiling
Dm7                   G
It's such a beautiful feeling

      C
Going up
         C
She lights me up
    C         F
She breaks me up
       F
She lets me up

F       A#m7         G
Up to the stars, she shows me
D#m                        G
Dame Street, George's Street, miles below me
F       A#m7           D#m         G
Up and the world won't let us down (la la la la)

( C  F )

      C
Going up (it's two o'clock on the edge of the morning)
          C
She lights me up (she's running magical circles around my head)
    C         F
She breaks me up (I head to ride on a dream she's driving)
       F
She lets me up