Tangerine.

Measuring a winter'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 his love, he was my king,

And now a thousand years between...

Thinking how it used to be,

Does he still remember times like these?
To think of us again? And I do.