больно бывает не только от боли, страшно бывает не только за совесть, странно, опять не хватило воли, я множу окурки ты пишешь повесть
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, 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 to me

so close that i can't see 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

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