Damien Rice - Cannonball

^EmStill a little b^Cit of your taste^G in m^Dy mouth ^EmStill a little b^Cit of you laced ^Gwith ^Dmy doubt ^EmStill a little h^Card to see^G what's^D going on ^EmStill a little b^Cit of your ghost^G, your ^Dwitness ^EmStill a little b^Cit of your face^G I ha^Dven't kissed

^EmYou step a little clo^Cser each day ^G That I can't s^Cay what's goin^Dg on

^GStones tau^Cght me to f^Dly ^GLove taugh^Ct me to lie^D And ^Glife ta^Cught me to ^Ddie So it's not h^C*ard to fall When you fl^D*oat like a canno^Emnball

^EmStill a little b^Cit of your son^Gg in ^Dmy ear ^EmStill a little b^Cit of your words^G I ^Dlong to hear ^EmYou step a little clo^Cser to me ^G So close that I can't s^Cee what's going o^Dn

^GStones tau^Cght me to f^Dly ^GLove tau^Cght me to l^Die And li^Gfe ta^Cught me to ^Ddie So it's not ha^Crd to fall When you fl^Doat like a cannon

S^Gtones ta^Cught me to f^Dly L^Gove ta^Cught me to c^Dry So co^Gme on courage! Te^Cach me to be s^Dhy 'Cause it's not ha^C*rd to fall And I do^G*n't wanna sc^D*are her It's not har^C*d to fall And I d^G*on't wanna l^D*ose It's not ha^C*rd to grow When you kn^G*ow that you ju^D*st don't kn^C*ow