Na cabeça: "Cannonball" - Damien Rice - pq esse era um pedaço do nick da Dé ontem (who I'll hopefully see tonight) and that got me thinking on a certain saturday night perfume...
Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on

Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can’t say what's going on

Can't help but feel like 'oh my'.