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 stumbling 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 knew somehow 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, let me tell you, first daffodils and all excited cables, and candlelights on little corner tables, and still my heart has wings, these foolish things, remind me of you, the park at evening and scented roses, and waiters whistling as the last bar closes, the beauty that is spring springs, how strange, how sweet, to find you still, these things are dear to me, they seem to bring you so near to me, the sigh of midnight trains in empty stations, silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations, oh how the ghost of you clings, these foolish things, remind me of you, these foolish things, remind me of you