Verse
E
It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning
E A
She's running magical circles around my head
A
I hitch a ride on a dream she's driving
A E
She turns to kiss me, I crash back into bed.
verse 2
E
Across the street on a great-out Monday
E A
I see the girl with the eyes I can't describe
A
And suddenly it's a perfect Sunday
A
And everything is more real than life.
A B
I think I'm back in the dream
A B
I think I'm back on the ceiling
A B
It's such a beautiful feeling.
E
Going up
E
She lights me up
A
She breaks me up
A
She lets me up.
verse 3
E
You find a mixture of bounding perfection
E A
You've gotta read but you don't wanna reach the end
A
'Cause what if everything beautiful's fiction?
A
And this reality's just pretend?
A B
I think I'm back in the dream
A B
I think I'm back on the ceiling
A B
It's such a beautiful feeling.
E
Going up
E
She lights me up
A
She breaks me up
A
She lets me up.
Bridge
A E B
Up to the stars, she shows me
A B
Dame Street, George's Street, miles below me
A E A B
Up and the world won't let us down. (La la la la)
E
Going up (It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning)
E
She lights me up (She's running magical circles around my head)
A
She breaks me up (I head to ride on a dream she's driving)
A
She lets me up