There's nothing left for me of days that used to be I live
in memory among my souvenirs Some letters tied with blue,
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 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