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?