Cla**ics Iv - Traces lyrics

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 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, oh. Traces of hope, in the night, that she'll come back and dry These, traces of tears, from my eyes. Oh oh oh oh