Citadel - Anna Nalick

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