Thursday, January 26, 2006

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 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

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
love taught me to cry
so come on courage teach me to be shy
'cause it's not hard to fall
and i don't want to scare her
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

Damien Rice

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

...este doce irlandês vai sempre lembrar-me de um moinho algures por Ourém...

Anonymous said...

...e a letra....(suspiros)...

Anonymous said...

Eu n sei que moinho é esse, mas tb gosto da música :) E das outras todas. E daquela que vais tocar na sexta-feira... sugestão do JE :)

Morning_Theft said...

essa história... esse moinho... meu Deus...