"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
in your witness
there’s still a little piece of your face
i haven't kissed
you step a little closer to me
still
i can't see what's going on

stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life 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 each day
so close
that i can't see what's going on

stones taught me to fly
love 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 scare her
it's not hard to fall
and i don't wanna lose her
it's not hard to grow
when you know
that you just don't know

Damien Rice