Tom: E
Introdução:
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
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 A
You're gotta read but you don't 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 B
Up and the world won't let us down. (La la la la)
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