1. Measuring a summer's day, I only finds it slips away to grey, The hours, they bring me pain. R: Tangerine, Tangerine, Living reflection from a dream; I was her love, she was my queen, And now a thousand years between. 2. Thinking how it used to be, Does she still remember times like these? To think of us again? And I do. R: Tangerine, Tangerine...