Frank Sinatra - Among my souvenirs

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