Faded photographs, covered now with lines and creases
Tickets torn in half, memories in bits and pieces
Traces of love, long ago that didn't work out right
Traces of love
Ribbons from her hair, souvenirs of days together
(Things we used to share, souvenirs of days together)
The ring she used to wear, pages from an old love letter
Traces of love, long ago that didn't work out right
Traces of love, with me tonight
I close my eyes and say a prayer
That in her heart, she'll find a trace of love still there
Somewhere
Traces of hope in the night that she'll come back and dry
These traces of tears from my eyes
Traces of hope in the night that she'll come back and dry
These traces of tears from my eyes
