Sing Street - Up

^EIt's two o'clock on the edge of the morning She's running magical circles around my ^Ahead I hitch a ride on a dream she's driving She turns to kiss me, I crash back into ^Ebed.

^EAcross the street on a grayed-out Monday I see the girl with the eyes I can't de^Ascribe And suddenly it's a perfect Sunday And everything is more real than life.

^F#mI think I'm back in the dre^Bam ^F#mI think I'm back on the cei^Bling ^F#mIt's such a beautiful fe^Beling. Going u^Ep She lights me up She breaks me ^Aup She lets me up.

^EYou find a mixture of bounding perfection You've gotta read but you don't wanna reach th^Ae end 'Cause what if everything beautiful's fiction? And this reality's just pretend?

^F#mAnd then I'm back in the d^Bream ^F#mI think I'm back on the cei^Bling ^F#mIt's such a beautiful fe^Beling. Going u^Ep She lights me up She breaks me ^Aup She lets me up.

^AUp to the s^E/G#tars, she show^C#m7s me ^F#mDame Street, George's Street, miles below ^E/G#me ^AUp and the w^E/G#orld won't l^C#m7et us do^F#m7wn. (La la la la)^B

Going u^Ep (It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning) She lights me up (She's running magical circles around my head) She breaks me ^Aup (I head to ride on a dream she's driving) She lets me up