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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sing Street
Performer
Ferdia Walsh-Peelo
Vocals
Lucy Boynton
Vocals
Graham Henderson
Piano
Carl Papenfus
Drums
Ken Papenfus
Guitar
Zamo Riffman
Bass Guitar
Gary Clark
Percussion
John Carney
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Graham Henderson
Composer
Ken Papenfus
Composer
John Carney
Composer
Zamo Riffman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kieran Lynch
Producer
Ciaran Bradshaw
Recording Engineer
Nick Watson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
It's two 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 mystery bound in perfection
You've got to 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, George's Street, miles below me
Up where the world won't let us down
(Na, na, na, na)
Going up (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 up (I hitch a ride on a dream she's driving)
She lifts me up
Writer(s): Robert John Lange, Shania Twain
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