Cannonball
Damien Rice

Still a little bit of your taste in my nouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt.
Still a little bit hard to say, what's going on.

Still a little bit of your ghost; your witness.
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.

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.

Still a little bit of your song, in my ear.
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 it's not hard to fall, when you float like a cannon...
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 want to lose.
It's not hard to grow.
When you know that you just don't know.