Measuring a summer's day,
I only finds 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 with us 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.
Writer(s): James Patrick (jimmy) Page
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