My god, I ask
How can wewe do this?
wewe 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 wewe but
It would turn out backwards
I'd like to believe you're not just reckless
And wewe are
Nostalgic while wewe are still living this
And it all
Snuck up while wewe weren't looking
And wewe are
Nostalgic while wewe are still living this
And you're sure
This is how wewe know you're living