Nostalgia

Thanks to a blogpost read days ago, this has been playing in my head... Jon was good enough to sing it through for me and type it out :-)

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 the little things remain
That bring us 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 fairground's painted swings:
These foolish things remind me of you.

You came, you saw, you conquered me -
When you did that to me,
I knew somehow that 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 lingering on a pillow;
Wild strawberries, 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 knew that this was bound to be:
These things have haunted me,
For you've entirely enchanted 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 light 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,
That seem to bring you so near to me.

The scent of smouldering 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.