One, two One, two, three, four One, two. 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.