Texty: Anna Nalick. Wreck Of The Day. Citadel.

I'm sittin' 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?
Sittin' alone

I'm breakin' on the balcony
Breakin' window panes
Killing the pain of broken hearts
I'm walkin' on clouds
I'm walkin' 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?
Sittin' alone

Holdin' on to something
That's keepin'me from jumpin'
So afraid to go in alone
Holdin up this fortress
With imaginary forces
Longing for a life down below