Amos Lee

Yesterday I got lost in the circus
Feelling like such a mess
Now I'm down I'm just hanging on the corner
I can't help but reminisce
Colors seem to fade
Your mama called she said that you're down stairs crying
Feeling like such a mess
Yeah I hear you you're in the background bawling
What happened to your sweet summertime dress
I know we all, we all got our faults
We get locked in our vaults and we stay
Colors seem to fade
Colors seem to fade Yeah