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