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