Leo Carnicella - The Place where Lost Things go Lyrics

Throughout our life, we fill all the empty spaces.
On the inside with memories and feelings
But on the outside, we develop a skill
To accumulate objects and things.
A ferocious need to possess without control
Is always flowing by a fountain of greed
But the more you have, the less you will care
Until you face loss in your way
Be aware of what comes
Falling from skies
What we lose, becomes always something else,
As a closing door leading to more
Every corridor is different each time
With teachings and things still unknown
Every day is another turned page
As a dream that just fades away
When bodies age, their minds will evolve
Surrounded by wisdom 's sway
The miracles come
Falling right from the skies
In every mind there is a secret place
Where thoughts and fears may leave or even raise
In every heart of man there's love and hate
And a weird connection between both of them
Every day we deal with crazy things
And we try to escape from them in our dreams
The old man knows much better how it works
To lose his whole life looking for the right road
As children we used to see live as another quiet game
Today we are regretting the times, that we wasted one day
The Place where lost things go
Is unknown

Throughout our life, we fill all the empty spaces.
On the inside with memories and feelings
But on the outside, we develop a skill
To accumulate objects and things.
A ferocious need to possess without control
Is always flowing by a fountain of greed
But the more you have, the less you will care
Until you face loss in your way
Be aware of what comes
Falling from skies
What we lose, becomes always something else,
As a closing door leading to more
Every corridor is different each time
With teachings and things still unknown
Every day is another turned page
As a dream that just fades away
When bodies age, their minds will evolve
Surrounded by wisdom 's sway
The miracles come
Falling right from the skies
In every mind there is a secret place
Where thoughts and fears may leave or even raise
In every heart of man there's love and hate
And a weird connection between both of them
Every day we deal with crazy things
And we try to escape from them in our dreams
The old man knows much better how it works
To lose his whole life looking for the right road
As children we used to see live as another quiet game
Today we are regretting the times, that we wasted one day
The Place where lost things go
Is unknown