Текст Morphine – Souvenir

I remember meeting you, we were super low. Surrounded by the sounds of saxophones.
And I remember being this close, but never alone. You gave me a little something to take home.
I dropped it on the floor. I dropped it on the floor. Dropped it on the floor. I dropped it

If I can only remember the name that’s enough for me because names hold the key. Names hold key.

Brought home a souvenir of nothing. It fits into a pocket.
A souvenir a souvenir of nowhere. Somewhere I’ve never been before.
I dropped it on the floor. I dropped it on the floor. Dropped it on the floor. I dropped it

If I can only remember the name that’s enough for me because names hold the key. Names hold key.
If I can only remember the name that’s enough for me because names hold the key. Names hold key.
A souvenir of nothing. A souvenir of nothing.

I remember meeting you, we were super low. Surrounded by the sounds of saxophones.