[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Damien Rice—Cannonball
There’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth. There’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt, it’s still a little hard to say what's going on. There’s still a little bit of your ghost, your witness. There’s still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed. You step a little closer each day, that I can´t say what´s going on. Because 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 little closer to me, so close that I can´t see what´s going on. Stones taught me to fly, love taught me to lie, life taught me to die, so its not hard to fall, when you float like a cannonball. Stones taught me to fly, love taught me to cry, so come on courage, teach me to be shy, because its not hard to fall, and I don't want to scare her-- Its not hard to fall, and I don't want to lose-- its not hard to grow, when you know that you just don't know.
