E
It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning
E                         A
She's running magical circle 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

E
Across the street on a grayed-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

F#m7                  B
I think I'm back in the dream
F#m7                  B
I think I'm back on the ceiling
F#m7                B
It's such a beautiful feeling

   E
Going up
         E
She lights me up
   E/G#    A
She breaks me up
       A
She lets me up
E
You find a mixture of bounding perfection
E                               A
You're 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? 

F#m7                  B
I think I'm back in the dream
F#m7                 B
I'm looking up at the ceiling
F#m7                B
It's such a beautiful feeling

   E
Going up
         E
She lights me up
   E/G#    A
She breaks me up
       A
She lets me up

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

( E    E  E/G#  A    A )

    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)
   E/G#    A
She breaks me up (I head to ride on a dream she's driving)
       A
She lets me up