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 to me
so close that i can't see what's going on

stones taught me to fly
love 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
still i can’t say what's going on

stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannon..
stones taught me to fly
and 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 wanna 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

Esta é uma daquelas músicas que consigo ouvir, ouvir sem parar. Tem uma daquelas letras que não me canso de ler. Para os dois casos...quem me dera ter sido eu a criá-los.

Como em qualquer outra música, muitas serão as interpretações, muitos são os lugares para onde somos levados. Tudo depende das lembranças que os sons e as palavras nos trazem.

Que se criem mais músicas assim, mas que existam as lembranças para as querermos ouvir, ler, que existam pelas viagens.