Lyrics:

There's nothing left for me

Of days that used to be

There's just a memory among my souvenirs



Some letters tied in 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 give me consolation



I count them all apart

And as the teardrops start

I find a broken heart among my souvenirs



I count them all apart

And as the teardrops start

I find a broken heart

Among my souvenirs