Tangerine





Measuring a summer's day, I only finds it slips away to grey, 

The hours, they bring me pain. 



*Tangerine, Tangerine, Living reflection from a dream; 

I was her love, she was my queen, And now a thousand years between. 



Thinking how it used to be, Does she still remember times like these? 

To think of us again? And I do. 



* Chorus