circus
w+m: peter fogarty
b: 1 october 2010
by the time the circus leaves
all thats left are memories
dampened grass apon the ground
where the tent had been put down
on the bench holding our hands
staring endlessly out to sea
i still remember you
but you dont remember me
by the time the circus leaves, all thats left are memories
dad and dog and daughter
out running by the bay
from this bench where we sit
we see them everyday
we use to dress for town
but now for just sundown
by the time the circus leaves
all thats left are memories
they're not so solid anymore
we'er sitting by the shore
by the time the circus leaves, all thats left are memories
and now I come down here
i'm sitting all alone
i'm waiting here to join you
it's easier than being at home
by the time the circus leaves, all thats left are memories