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