Ben Folds Five - In Between Days (The Cure) lyrics

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 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

The smile of turner 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