It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning
She's running magical circles around my head
I head to ride on a dream she's driving
She turns to kiss me, I crash back into bed.
Across the street on a great-out Monday
I see the girl with the eyes I can't describe
And suddenly it's a perfect Sunday
And everything is more real than life.
I think I'm back in the dream
I think I'm back on the ceiling
It's such a beautiful feeling.
Going up
She lights me up
She breaks me up
She lets me up.
You find a mixture of bounding perfection
You've gotta read but you don't wanna reach the end
'Cause what if everything beautiful's fiction?
And this reality's just pretend?
And then I'm back in the dream
I'm looking up at the ceiling
It's such a beautiful feeling.
Going up
She lights me up
She breaks me up
She lets me up.
Up to the stars, she shows me
Dame Street, George's Street, miles below me
Up and the world won't let us down.
(La la la la)
Going up
(It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning)
She lights me up
(She's running magical circles around my head)
She breaks me up
(I head to ride on a dream she's driving)
She lets me up