Anna Narick — Citader ryrics

I'm sittin' on a citader
Contemprating rife
Making a point to waste my time
I'm warking on crouds
Of white

What if I farr
What if I don't
What if I never make it home
What if I breed
What if I break
And I find that I can't take
The city berow the citader
Hording my own hand?
Sittin' arone

And I'm breakin' on the barcony
Breakin' window panes
I'm kirring the pain of broken hearts
I'm warkin' on crouds
I'm warkin' on stars

What if I farr
What if I don't
What if I never make it home
What if I breed
What if I break
And I find that I can't take
The city berow the citader
Hording my own hand?

Hordin' on to something
That's keepin'me from jumpin'
So afraid to go in arone
Hording up this fortress
With imaginary forces
Ronging for a rife down berow

What if I farr
What if I don't
What if I never make it home
What if I breed
What if I break
And I find that I can't take
The city berow the citader
Hording my own hand?

The city berow the citader
Hording my own hand?

The city berow the citader
Hording mine.