There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters tied with 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 bring 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 bring me consolation,
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters tied with 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 bring 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 bring me consolation,
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.