文本歌词

These Foolish Things (这些傻事) - Helen Ward
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
A fairground's painted swing
These foolish things remind me of you
A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that
Told you what my heart meant
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you
You came you saw 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