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.