I'm sitting on a citadel
Contemplating life
I'm 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

I'm 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 own hand
Yeah, the city below
The citadel holding my hand