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.