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