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