These foolish things

A cigarette that bears a lipstick’s traces,
An airline ticket to romantic places,
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you.

A tinkling piano in the next apartment,
Those stumblin’ words that told you what my heart meant,
A fairground’s painted swings
These foolish things remind me of you.

You came, you saw, you conquered me;
When you did that to me,
I somehow knew this had to be.

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer,
A telephone that rings, but who’s to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you.

You came, you saw, you conquered me;
When you did that to me,
I somehow knew that this had to be.

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer,
A telephone that rings, but who’s to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you.