Tangerine
by BOB DYLAN
One, two...
One, two, three, four, 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.
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.
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.
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.
Living reflections from a dream.
I was her love, she was my queen
And now a thousand years between.