Souvenir

Caught forever she is standing there
Smile, he says
So, she's squinting in the glare
Pressed inside a book
Behind a page of cellophane
She's a girl kept from the air
Isn't it amazing
Some things become really clear
Isn't it amazing
This souvenir?

All the dried roses
The rooms we have lived in
The boxes of paper
All the dried roses

a scrap of paper they saved
Says the road to hell is paved
With good intentions
A fortune opened one day
With trouble far away
Too pale to mention
Isn't it amazing,
Some things become really clear
Isn't it amazing
This souvenir?

All the dried roses
The rooms we have lived in
The boxes of paper
All the dried roses

I wonder which of all these things
Now quietly sings
A premonition
Isn't it amazing
The way life goes on and on?
Isn't it amazing
This souvenir?