A Photo
Cannonball
There’s till a little bit of your ghost, Your witness. When you know that you just don’t know. There’s Still a little bit of your face I haven’t kissed. So come on step a little closer each day,teach me to be shy. There’s still a little bit of your song in my ear. Cause it’s not hard to fall When you float like a cannonball. There’s still a little bit of your words I long to hear
It’s just hard to say what’s going on
