Foolish
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
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
a telephone that rings but who's to answer?
oh, how the ghost of you clings
these foolish things remind me of you
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