Damien Rice - "Cannonball"

" There's still a lil' bit of your taste in my mouth,
There's still a liltle bit of you laced in with my doubts,
It's still a lilte hard to say what's going on.

There's still a liltle bit your ghost your witness,
There's still a lilte bit of your face i haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day,
That i can't say what's going on.

Stones taught me to fly,
love, it taught me to lie,
life, it taught me to die,
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball.

There's still a little bit of your song in my ear,
There's still a little bit of your words i long to hear
You step a liltle colser to me
So close i can´t see what's going on.

Stones taught me to to fly,
love, it taught me to cry,
So come on courage, teach me to be shy,
Cause it's not hard to fall,
And i don't want to sacare her
It's not hard to fall
And i don't wanto to lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know you just don't know"