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