Up (Bedroom Mix)

It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning She's running magical circles around my head I hitch a ride on a dream she's driving She turns to kiss me, I crash back into bed Across the street on a grayed 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 lifts me up You find a mystery bound in perfection You've got to read, but you don't wanna reach the end 'Cause what if everything beautiful's fiction And this reality's just pretend? Then 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 lifts me up Up to the stars she shows me Dame Street, George's Street, miles below me Up where the world won't let us down Oh Going up (It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning) She lights me up (She's running magical circles around my head) She breaks me up (I hitch a ride on a dream she's driving) She lifts me up