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