1x17 - Cannonball by Damien Rice

there's still a little bit of
your taste in my mouth,
there's still a little bit of you
laced with my doubt,
its still a little hard to say,
whats 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.

stones, taught me to fly,
love, it taught me to lie,
life, it taught me to die,
so its 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, it taught me to lie,
life, it taught me to die,
so its not hard to fall,
when you float like a cannon

stones taught me fly,
love, it taught me to cry,
so come on courage,
teach me to be shy,
cause, its not hard to fall,
and i dont want to scare her,
it's not hard to fall,
And I don't want to loose
It's not hard to grow
you know that you just don't know