Cannonball

There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth.

There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt.

I'ts still a little hard to 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.

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 see what's going on.

Stones taught me to fly.

Love taught me to lie.

Life taught me to die.

So come on courage, teach me to be shy.