A tempo too slow

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 witness

there's still a little piece of your face
i haven't kissed

you step a little closer to me

still 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