Up

E
It's two o'clock on the edge of the 
morning
E                         A
She's running magical circle around 
my head
A
I hitch a ride on a dream she's 
driving
A                          E
She turns to kiss me, I crash back 
into bed

E
Across the street on a grayed-out 
Monday
E                           A
I see the girl with the eyes I can't
 describe
A
And suddenly it's a perfect Sunday
A
And everything is more real than 
life

F#m7                  B
I think I'm back in the dream
F#m7                  B
I think I'm back on the ceiling
F#m7                B
It's such a beautiful feeling

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   E
Going up
         E
She lights me up
   E/G#    A
She breaks me up
       A
She lets me up
E
You find a mixture of bounding 
perfection
E                             
You're gotta read but you don't 
  A
wanna reach the end
A
'Cause what if everything 
beautiful's fiction?
A
And this reality's just pretend?

F#m7                  B
I think I'm back in the dream
F#m7                 B
I'm looking up at the ceiling
F#m7                B
It's such a beautiful feeling

   E
Going up
         E
She lights me up
   E/G#    A
She breaks me up
       A
She lets me up

A       C#m7         B
Up to the stars, she shows me
F#m                        B
Dame Street, George's Street, miles 
below me
A       C#m7           F#m       
Up and the world won't let us down. 
  B
(La la la la)

( E    E  E/G#  A    A )

    E
Going up (It's two o'clock on the 
edge of the morning)
          E
She lights me up (She's running 
magical circles around my head)
   E/G#    A
She breaks me up (I head to ride on 
a dream she's driving)
       A
She lets me up