

I woke where the old bells burned
With thunder in my chest
The queen of the wreckage raised a glass to the rain
She said, boy, every crown is just a chain
I saw the gates shake,
heard the brass dogs cry
And I swore I would meet her where the mountains split the
sky Raise the curtain,
strike the wire
Name the fear and feed the fire
If the heavens want a battle
Let them look me in the eye We are the fire on
the hill tonight
We are the names they could not bury
Sing till the rafters split wide
Carry me, carry me,
carry me home
Down by the river stood a carnival crown
All cracked gold leaf and velvet torn down
She pointed west with a match in her hand
Said the lost don’t kneel,
they learn how to stand Raise the curtain,
break the wire
Turn the wound into a choir
If the heavens want an answer
We will lift it higher
We are the fire on the hill tonight
We are the names they could not bury
Sing till the rafters split wide
Carry me, carry me,
carry me home
If I fall before the morning
Let the stage remember me
Not as a saint or a soldier
Just a voice that would not leave
We are the fire on the hill tonight We are the names
they could not bury
Sing till the rafters split wide Carry me,
carry me, carry me home
Carry me home (ooh) Carry me home