Up

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's running magical circles around my head I head to ride on a dream she's driving She lets me up