Citadel

I’m sitting on a citadel
Contemplating life
Making a point to waste my time
I’m walking on clouds of white
And 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?
The city below
And I’m breaking on the balcony (Breaking on the balcony)
Breaking window panes
I’m killing the pain of broken hearts
I’m walking on clouds, I’m walking on stars
And 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?
Holding on to something
That’s keeping me from jumping
So afraid to go it alone
And holding up this fortress
With imaginary forces
Longing for a life down below
And 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?
Yeah, the city below
The citadel holding my own hand
Yeah, the city below
The citadel holding my own hand