There's nothing left for me Of days that used to be I live in memory Among my souvenirs Some letters tied with blue A photograph or two I see a rose from you Among my souvenirs Bridge 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