Tangerine کے بول

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 in-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 in-between