- cifra
Faded photographs
Covered now with lines and creases
Tickets torn in half
Memories and 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
The rings 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
