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.

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 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 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 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 I can