Barcelona - Get up, get up, get up

five days after black and red collide
the motion sickness passed
i'll be the first to stand
behind that weathered door
i thought it would be safest
my head is dizzy now
i thought we’d overcome
we might not make it home tonight

crawling on the ash, she’s pitiful
she's lost her sense of light
she has to hold my hand
had i known we might be
two kids without their jackets
my fear would come alive
i wouldn’t love her now
she might not make home tonight

get up, get up, get up