And so it is...

"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 each day
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 to me
So close that i can't see what's going on..."

Trecho de uma das músicas do CD de Damien Rice que ganhei no meu último aniversário da minha amiga que se foi.