Get Up - Nik Kershaw

It’s dark in there and you’re quite unaware

That the cracks on the ceiling are mocking you

Your airless bag, your dust in a shaft of light

And you think you might

Yeah you might stay there all day

Heh heh

Get up, get on your feet

Get up, don’t go back to sleep

Get up, life is bitter sweet

And it’s all going on without you

You’re safe in there, no sharks anywhere

Not a soul to get you doing what you don’t want

Go on pretend it’s Sunday again, it’s Sunday again

It’s so warm in there, feels like camembert

All the things you’d do if only you had the energy

You bargain for just ten minutes more of this

When a prince’s kiss

Turns you into a swan

Dream on

Get up, get on your feet

Get up, don’t go back to sleep

Get up, life is bitter sweet

And it’s all going on without you