something unusual, something strange come from nothing at all

there's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth

still a little bit of you laced with my doubt

it's still a little hard to say whats going on

 

there's still a little bit of your ghost, your witness

still a little bit of your face i havent kissed

you step a little closer each day, so close that i cant say whats going on...

 

there's still a little bit of your song in my ear

still a little bit of your words i long to hear

you step a little closer to me, so close that i cant see whats going on...

 

stones taught me to fly

love taugh me to cry

so come on courage----->teach me to be shy

cuz it's not hard to fall, and i dont want to scare her

it's not hard to fall, and i dont want to lose

it's not hard to grow, when you know that you just dont know