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
There's a 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
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
It's keeping me from jumping
I'm 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

The a city below the citadel
Holding my own head

The a city below the citadel
Holding my hand


Taal: Engels
Sfeer: Earnest; Melancholy; Yearning; Stylish; Bittersweet; Intimate; Reflective; Relaxed; Poignant; Plaintive; Gentle; Literate; Searching; Sophisticated
Thema: Feeling Blue; Introspection; Reflection; Relaxation; Solitude
Stijl: Alternative Pop/Rock; Alternative/Indie Rock; Adult Alternative Pop/Rock