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 greyed-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, blowing up She lights me up, she breaks me up She lifts me up You find a mystery, found imperfection You gotta 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, blowing up She lights me up, she breaks me up She lifts me up Up to the stars she shows me Dane Street, Georgia Street, miles below me Up where the world won't let us down Blowing up 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 greyed out Monday I see the girl with the eyes I can't describe And suddenly it's a perfect Sunday