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   There's a 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   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      The a city below the citadel   Holding my own head      The a city below the citadel   Holding my hand