Up

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 mixture of bounding perfection

You've gotta read but you don't wanna reach the end

'Cause what if everything beautiful's fiction?

And this reality's just pretend?

And 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 stars, she shows me

Dame Street, Georgia Street, miles below me

Up and the world won't let us down

Going up

She lights me up

She breaks me up

She lifts me up