Song Lyrics
A telephone that rings, the sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
The scent of smoldering leaves, the scent of smoldering leaves Me, the vail of steamers
two lovers on their street
these things are dear to me
remind me of you
A fairgrounds painted swing, i knew somehow this had to be Me, these foolish things remind me of you
They seem to bring you so near to me, these foolish things remind me of you, these foolish things remind me of you
The scent of smoldering leaves, silk stockings thrown aside
or how the ghost of you clings
Or how the ghost of you clings, these things are dear to me
Dance invitations, a fairgrounds painted swing Chet, a telephone that rings
the sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
But who s to answer, remind me of you
Who walk like dreamers, silk stockings thrown aside
the scent of smoldering leaves
The scent of smoldering leaves, two lovers on their street
A cigarette that bears a lipsticks traces, a telephone that rings Things, the vail of steamers
Two lovers on their street, who walk like dreamers Me, two lovers on their street
You saw and you conquered me, when you did that to me
you saw and you conquered me
but who s to answer
a telephone that rings