:: Cannonball ::

There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth, still a little bit of you laced with my doubt..there's still a little hard to say what's going on. There's still a little bit of your ghost, your weakness, 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 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, it taught me to cry so come on courage teach me to be shy cuz it's not hard to fall, and I don't wanna scare you... It's not hard to grow when you know that you just don't know...