What if I never make it home?
The city below the Citadel
Longing for a life down below
With imaginary forces
Holding my own hand?
What if I fall? What if I don't?
What if I never make it home?
And I'm breaking on the balcony
What if I bleed? What if I break?
Holding my own hand
I'm walking on clouds, walking on stars
And holding up this fortress
What if I never make it home?
Making a point to waste my time
The city below the Citadel
I'm walking on clouds of white
I'm holding on to something
And I find that I can't take
Holding my own hand
What if I bleed? What if I break?
What if I fall? What if I don't?
It's keeping me from jumping
The city below the Citadel
I'm so afraid to go it alone
What if I bleed? What if I break?
The city below the Citadel
The city below the Citadel
And I find that I can't take
Killing the pain of broken hearts
The city below
Holding my own hand
And I find that I can't take
Breaking window panes
What if I fall? What if I don't?
