I Could Write A Book - Sarah Vaughan (萨拉·沃恩)

Oh will you never let me be

Oh will you never set me free

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

A cigarette that bears a lipsticks 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 that 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