There's nothing left for me

Of days that used to be

I live in memory

Among my souvenirs some letters tied with blue

A photograph or two I find 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 tear drops 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 tear drops start

I find a broken heart among my souvenirs