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