sábado, janeiro 05, 2008

These

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 stumblin' 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 this had to be