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 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. 
 
Chorus
 
F#m                        B 
I think I'm back in the dream 
F#m                        B 
I think I'm back on the ceiling 
F#m                     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? 
 
Chorus
 
F#m                       B 
And then I'm back in the dream 
F#m                        B 
I think I'm back on the ceiling 
F#m                     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          C#m7 
Up to the stars, she shows me 
F#m                                       B 
Dame Street, George's Street, miles below me 
A           C#m7               F#m            B     E    E    A    A 
Up and the world won't let us down. (La la la la) 
 
Chorus
 
       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