Good morning! Its a wonderful Sunday morning, don't you think?

I woke up at the sounds of the cleaners arriving at the front door, my mom's usual morning chatter and this song in my head:

A cigarette that bares 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

The winds of March
That made 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