Brightly - Bury Us in Fruit Jars lyrics

Breathe this air in, feel it holding you up All the boys around you with life in their lungs Sunday afternoon, June 24th The sweltering city, baby, hear that knock at the door Luther, can't you hear that knock? There are flames and they're rising, oh God, no No escape, all the smoke is choking us There'll be nothing left to save So come on lift me up, carry me I once told my mother that I'd be free Your Sunday will come, you'll be born again The city will hold you to its chest, you will not die in sin They're all gone, they can't hold you up So breathe the air in and let it carry you my love Luther, can't you hear that knock? There are flames and they're rising, oh God, no No escape, all the smoke is choking us There'll be nothing left to save So come on lift me up, carry me My mother spat and swore she'd bury me Maybe that's the way it's meant to be That's the price we paid for freedom There are flames and they're rising, oh God, no No escape, all the smoke is choking us Clung together we are saved So lift me up or bury me My father never said another word to me My mother locked the door as I turned to leave So I guess that I am free And when I am gone When the last breath leaves my lungs Bury me in a fruit jar with the boys that I loved