Oh will you never
let me be?
Oh will you never
set me free?
The ties that bound us
are still around us
There's no escape
that I can see
And still those
little things remain
That bring me
happiness or pain
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 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
Gardenia perfume
lingering on a pillow
wild strawberries only
seven francs a kilo
And still my heart
has wings
These foolish things
remind me of you
I know
that this
was bound to be
These things have
haunted me
for you've entirely
enchanted 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
The smile of Garbo
and the scent of roses
The waiters whistling
as the last bar closes
The song that
Crosby sings
These foolish things
remind me of you
How strange
How sweet
to find you still
These things are
dear to me
that seem to bring you
so near to me
The scent of
smouldering 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
just you