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 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, it's not hard to fall when you float like a cannonball.

Damien Rice