It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning, She's running magical circles around my head.I head to ride on a dream she's driving, She turns to kiss me I crash back into bed.Across the street on a great 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..
