Your mama called, she said, that you're downstairs crying. Feeling like such a mess. — Amos Lee Copy Share Image
As I've moved along - not only my life, but my career and things like that - you look at yourself and start going,… — Amos Lee Copy Share Image
I'm always flattered and honored when people cover my music or sing my songs, no matter where it is. — Amos Lee Copy Share Image
Across the board, from my mother to my father to my aunts and uncles, everybody has always given me a lot of love. — Amos Lee Copy Share Image
Yesterday I got lost in the circus, feeling like such a mess. And now I'm down, I'm just hanging on the corner. I can't… — Amos Lee Copy Share Image
Sweet pea, What's all this about? Don't get your way all you do is fuss and pout you're the only reason I keep on… — Amos Lee Copy Share Image
Ya, I hear ya, in the back ground balling. What happened to your sweet summer time dress. — Amos Lee Copy Share Image
Songwriting isn't always something that's directly proportionate to the experience. — Amos Lee Copy Share Image
Cuz when you're gone, all the colours fade. When you're gone, no new years day parade. You're gone, colours seem to fade. — Amos Lee Copy Share Image
Farewell my sweet. Well the time that was coming. The road has begun to move beneath my feet. — Amos Lee Copy Share Image
But the people on the street, out on buses or on feet, we all got the same blood flow. — Amos Lee Copy Share Image
