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