Faded photographs,

Covered now with lines and creases,

Tickets torn in half,

Memories and bits and pieces,



Traces of love

Long ago

That didn't turn out right

Traces of love...



Ribbons from her hair,

Souvenirs of days together,

The rings she used to wear,

Pages from an old love letter,



Traces of love

Long ago

That didn't turn out right

Traces of love

With me tonight.



I close my eyes

And say a prayer

That in her heart she'll find

A trace of love still there,

Somewhere....



(Instrumental)



Traces of hope

In the night

That she'll come back and dry

These traces of tears

>From my heart.



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