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

Tangerine, Tangerine
Living reflection from a dream
I was her love, she was my queen
And now a thousand years between...