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