there's nothing left for me of days that used to be

there's just a memory among my souvenirs



some letters tied in blue, a photograph or two

i see a rose from you among my souvenirs



a few more tokens rest within my treasure chest

and though they do their best to give me consolation



i count them all apart and as the teardrops start

i find a broken heart among my souvenirs



i count them all apart and as the teardrops start

i find a broken heart among my souvenirs