Souvenirs from lonely cities

I only have these words and stories that I heard
And broken hearts upon my shelf but I left pieces of my self
On the streets of Chicago and Rome

I only have these lines and some of them aren’t mine
And paper hearts I keep in jars that I collected in many bars
From London to New York

I only have these dreams that tear up at the seems
And the echoes in the dark of souls torn all apart
From Buenos Aires to Hong Kong

And I only have these tears I’ve collected all these years
And a sweet blessing from hell - words that ring out like bells
From Atlanta to Tokyo