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