There's nothing left for me

Of days that used to be

I live in a memory

Among my souvenirs

Some letters tight and blue

A photograph for 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

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