By Damien Rice
The album version of this track has been spiced up with drums, the tempo upped and tinkered with to make it more 'radio friendly' but fortunately that doesn't interfere with the heart of this song. And heart is something it has in spades. Rice's whispering voice sounds like it may crack with his Irish drawl seeping through and gives this tune an immediate appeal. The repeated opening "There's still a little..." line gives the song a familiarity in a short space of time, ensuring the lyrics stay with you. "There's a still a little bit of your ghost, your witness, there's still a little bit of your face that I haven't kissed". The swooning cello compliments the acoustic guitar that doubles the vocal line before Rice's voice blossoms with each line of the chorus before drifting briefly into ache and rises once more "it's not hard to fall and I don't want to scare her... Stones, taught me to fly, love taught me to lie and life taught me to die". It's a song of enormous beauty and passion that will fill your heart with warmth and have lovers embracing in front of speakers and in audiences everywhere. Backed with the Beth Orton-esque 'Moody Mooday' with its squawking repeated vocal line and shuffling beat that provides evidence that Rice is more than a sweet balladeer (sic), although the live version takes the nod if you were only going to opt for one version of the CD with 3 excellent live tracks comprising of the single, 'Amie' and the delectable 'The Blower's Daughter'.
Truly wondrous music full of warmth and performed with gentle grace and passion.