rod stewart
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 fair ground's painted swings These foolish things remind me of you  You came, you saw and 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  The scent of smoldering leaves, the wail of steamers Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers Oh, how the ghost of you clings These foolish things remind me of you  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 Remind me of you Remind me of you