Redshirt

You hold up one hand Everyone waits Until we can move again The burden of command Stands you up straight Something to prove again Blood in your eyes Screams on the radio They say, "Get out of there!" We aren't finished yet You tell them to grow a pair They said this air would be breathable Get in, get out again, and no one gets hurt Something is pulling me up the hill I look down in my red shirt I look down in my red shirt This familiar place Sun in my eyes Right where I'm supposed to be I can read your face I'm not surprised You move in close to me Then you decide Now I'm remembering I've seen this one before I can't stop watching it So what am I running for? They said this air would be breathable Get in, get out again, and no one gets hurt You nod to me and point up the hill I look down in my red shirt I look down in my red shirt In my red shirt I don't hear the sound Everything slows All of it falls away They don't turn around Everyone knows It won't be them today Instead it was me Go down dramatically Stretching it out a bit Still no one notices When they write me out of it They said this air would be breathable I see the naked sky and I taste the dirt Dark at the edges and closing in I look down in my red shirt I look down in my red shirt