I´m sitting on a citadel
Contemplating life
Making a point to waste my time
I´m walking on clouds of white
What if I fall?
What if I don´t?
What if I never make it home?
What if I bleed?
What if I break?
And I find that I can´t take
The city below the Citadel
Holding my own hand?
And I´m breaking on the balcony
Breaking window panes
Killing the pain of broken hearts
I´m walking on clouds
Walking on stars
What if I fall?
What if I don´t?
What if I never make it home?
What if I bleed?
What if I break?
And I find that I can´t take
The city below the Citadel
Holding my own hand?
I´m holding on to something
It´s keeping me from jumping
I´m so afraid to go it alone
And holding up this fortress
With imaginary forces
Longing for a life down below
What if I fall?
What if I don´t?
What if I never make it home?
What if I bleed?
What if I break?
And I find that I can´t take
The city below the Citadel
Holding my own hand?