Paroles: Aaron Neville. 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 painted swing
These foolish things remind me of you

You came, you saw, you conquered me
Oh when you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be, yeah

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

How strange, how sweet, to find you still
Oh these things are dear to me
They seem to bring you near to me, yeah

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