Disparates....

(...)
The ties that bound us
are still around us
There's no escape that I can see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
(...)
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
(...)
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
(...)
Wild strawb'ries only seven francs a kilo
These foolish things
Remind me of you

The beauty that is Spring
These foolish things
Remind me of you
(...)
The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
(...)
The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses
(...)
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 smould'ring 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, just you


Bryan Ferry
These foolish things
1973