Tangerine

Measuring a summer's day
I only find it slips away to grey
The hours they bring me pain

Tangerine, tangerine
Living reflections from a dream
I was her love, she was my queen
And now a thousand years in-between

Thinking how it used to be
Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again
And I do

Tangerine, tangerine
Living reflection from a dream
I was her love, she was my queen
But now a thousand years in-between