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 Could this be some grand coincidence Or is it true, it only comes from you In this dream, I am warm There are hands in my hair And it's good to be there When I need you you're not there Maybe you think I'm stronger Than I really am I wave my hand and nothing happens I set my scene and I can't play it When I need you you're not there Maybe you think I'm stronger Than I really am When I need you you're not there But you make a mean sunset Makes me wonder where I stand