thousand word thursday

the falls

ten

every now and then, i’ll come across a song that stops me in my tracks.  cannonball, by damien rice, is such a song.  i include the lyrics here because, on their own, they say so much.  paired with the music, though, this song says so much more. absolutely achingly beautiful.  (many thanks to e.y. for the introduction.)

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
and i can’t say what’s going on

stones taught me to fly
love, it 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 taught me to lie
life taught me to die
‘cos its not hard to fall,
and i don’t want to scare her
its not hard to fall
and i don’t want to lose
its not hard to grow old
when you know that you just don’t know