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 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 reflections from a dream;
 I was her Love, she was my Queen,
And now a thousand years between.