My legacy, a string of losses 
My god, I ask 
How can you do this? 
You made the sun 
The world, your canvas 
With all this I can see how I'm unimportant 
In this dream 
I am warm 
There are hands in my hair 
And it's good to be there 
I wave my hand and nothing happens 
I set my scene and I can't play it 
I'd leave it to you but 
It would turn out backwards 
I'd like to believe you're not just reckless 
And you are 
Nostalgic while you are still living this 
And it all 
Snuck up while you weren't looking 
And you are 
Nostalgic while you are still living this 
And you're sure 
This is how you know you're living