There's nothing left for me of days that used to beI lived
in memory among my souvenirsSome letters tied in blue a
photograph or twoI see a rose from you among my souvenirs.A few
more tokens rest within my treasure chestAnd though they do
their best to give me consolationI count them all apart and as
the teardrops startI found a broken heart among my souvenirs.I
count them all apart and as the teardrops startI found a broken
heart among my souvenirs...