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