Lyrics: Gary Clark/Graham Henderson/Carl Papenfus/Ken Papenfus/Zamo Riffman
Music: Gary Clark/Graham Henderson/Carl Papenfus/Ken Papenfus/Zamo Riffman
It's 2 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'm looking up at 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 star she shows me
Dame Street, George's Street miles below me
Up where the world won't let us down
Going up(It's 2 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(She turns to kiss me, I crash back into bed)
Going up(Across the street on a grayed-out Monday)
She lights me up(I see the girl with the eyes I can't describe)
She breaks me up(And suddenly it's a perfect Sunday)
She lifts me up