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, your weakness . . . . . there’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed . . . . .you step a little closer these days and 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 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 and love just taught me to cry . . . . so come on courage teach me to be shy, cause it's not hard to fall and i don't wanna scare you. . . . it's not hard to fall and i don't wanna lose . . . it's not hard to grow . . . when you know. . . . that you just don't know. . . . . .to the moon and beyond. . . . .