Barcelona Get Up, Get Up, Get Up
Five days after black and red collide.
The motion sickness past, 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.
And I know we might be two kids without their jackets
My fear would come alive; I wouldnt know her now
She might not make it home tonight.
Get up (x4)
I need to
Get up (x8)
