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
