Tangerine Lyrics

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