[04:43.00]These Foolish Things - Chet Baker
[04:43.00]Oh! Will you never let me be?
[04:43.00]Oh! Will you never set me free?
[04:43.00]The ties that bound us
[04:43.00]Are still around us
[04:43.00]There's no escape that I can see
[04:43.00]And still those little things remain
[04:43.00]That bring me happiness or pain
[04:43.00]A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
[04:43.00]An airline ticket to romantic places
[04:43.00]And still my heart has wings
[04:43.00]These foolish things remind me of you
[04:43.00]A tinkling piano in the next apartment
[04:43.00]Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
[04:43.00]A fair ground's painted swings
[04:43.00]These foolish things remind me of you
[04:43.00]You came you saw you conquer'd me
[04:43.00]When you did that to me
[04:43.00]I knew somehow this had to be
[04:43.00]The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
[04:43.00]A telephone that rings but who's to answer?
[04:43.00]Oh, how the ghost of you clings!
[04:43.00]These foolish things remind me of you
[04:43.00]First daffodils and long excited cables
[04:43.00]And candle lights on little corner tables
[04:43.00]And still my heart has wings
[04:43.00]These foolish things remind me of you
[04:43.00]The park at evening when the bell has sounded
[04:43.00]The "Ile de France" with all the gulls around it
[04:43.00]The beauty that is Spring's
[04:43.00]These foolish things remind me of you
[04:43.00]How strange how sweet to find you still
[04:43.00]These things are dear to me
[04:43.00]They seem to bring you near to me
[04:43.00]The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
[04:43.00]Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations
[04:43.00]Oh, how the ghost of you clings!
[04:43.00]These foolish things remind me of you
[04:43.00]Gardenia perfume ling'ring on a pillow
[04:43.00]Wild strawb'ries only seven francs a kilo
[04:43.00]And still my heart has wings
[04:43.00]These foolish things remind me of you
[04:43.00]The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses
[04:43.00]The waiters whistling as the last bar closes
[04:43.00]The song that Crosby sings
[04:43.00]These foolish things remind me of you
[04:43.00]How strange how sweet to find you still
[04:43.00]These things are dear to me
[04:43.00]They seem to bring you near to me
[04:43.00]The scent of smould'ring leaves, the wail of steamers
[04:43.00]Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers
[04:43.00]Oh, how the ghost of you clings!
[04:43.00]These foolish things remind me of you
