Rod Stewart - These Foolish Things

A cigarette that bears a lipsticks 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 fairgrounds painted swing 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 Or how the ghost of you clings These foolish things remind me of you The scent of smoldering leaves, the vail of steamers Two lovers on their street who walk like dreamers Or 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 Or how the ghost of you clings These foolish things remind me of you Remind me of you Remind me of you