Chandelier

What if I woke up tomorrow and I couldn't sing

The truth is I don't really know just what that'd mean

But maybe I'd be relieved to find out that silence is sweeter than doubt



What if I woke up tomorrow and I couldn't laugh

The truth is I don't really know just what I'd lack

But maybe I'd be relieved to miss what everyone else brags is bliss



Could it be true that I've been so tired

That I could not sit still and I could not let go

Could it be true that I've been so wired

That I could not give in long enough to let go



What if I woke up tomorrow and I couldn't play

The truth is I don't really know if I'd be brave

Or if I'd give in to the obvious news that I've been mis-using my muse



Could it be true that I've been so tired

That I could not sit still and I could not let go

Could it be true that I've been so wired

That I could not give in long enough to let go



What if I woke up tomorrow and I couldn't love

The truth is that is something I am petrified of

But maybe I'd be relieved to find out that grieving is what love's about



I just wanted to be a chandelier shamelessly swinging through a maze of fear

I just wanted to be the light, the love, sailing through the darkness

I just wanted to be a chandelier shamelessly swinging through a maze of fear

I just wanted to be the light, the love, sailing through the darkness