Citadel

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
 (Yeah the city below...)
 And I'm 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
 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
 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 hand