These Foolish Things (1999 Digital Remaster) - Bryan Ferry
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 fair ground's painted swings
These foolish things remind me of you
You came you saw you conquer'd me
When you did that to me
I somehow knew 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 ling'ring on a pillow
Wild strawb'ries only seven francs a kilo
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
I know the dance was baound to be
This things are hunted me
For you've tiny and tring 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
First daffodils 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 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
They seem to bring you so near to me
The scent of smould'ring 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