These Foolish Things - Chris Connor

A cigarette that bares a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
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 fair ground 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
Win the marks
And 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
The first daffodil and long excited cables
And candle lights on little corner tables
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you
The park at evening when the bell has sounded
The 'ile-de-france' with all the gulls around it
The beauty that is spring's
These foolish things remind me of you
How strange how sweetTo find you still
These things are dear to me
They seem to bring you near to me
The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
Silk stockings tossed aside dance invitations
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you
These foolish things remind me of you