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

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