There's nothing left for me of days that used to be
There's just a memory among my souvenirsSome letters tied in blue, a photograph or two
I see a rose from you among my souvenirsA few more tokens rest within my treasure chest
And though they do their best to give me consolationI count them all apart and as the teardrops start
I find a broken heart among my souvenirsI count them all apart and as the teardrops start
I find a broken heart among my souvenirs
