Beautiful Lost Things

Where are all those lost things
That have slipped out of our view
Places that have vanished
Plans that fell through

We can sense how they still linger
In the twilight world
Stuck between love and oblivion
And in our dreams
Where we are lonely ghosts
Who always cling
To beautiful lost things

This is not nostalgia
It's purely ontological
Existence is much more than we understand

Underneath the layers
Of our reality
There's a place for things that have slipped through the cracks
And are waiting still
A secret land within
Where we can be kings
Of all beautiful lost things

And everybody's saying
That nothing that we do or say
Can bring them back again
But as long as we don't forget
They'll wait for us there
All beautiful lost things

Nothing is lost