Tangerine ((ON HOLD))

Measuring a summer's
day, I only find 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.