I recall how we lived:
On the corner of a bed
And we'd speak of a Swedish room
Of hessian and wood,
And we'd talk with our eyes
Of the sweetness in our lives
And tomorrows of rich surprise,
Some things we could do
In our madness
We burnt one hundred days
Time takes time to pass
And I still hold some ashes to me
An occasional dream
And we'd sleep, oh so close
But not really close our eyes
Between the sheets of summer bathed in blue…
Gently weeping nights
It was long, long ago
And I can't touch your name
For the days of fate were strong for you
Danced you far from me
In my madness
I see your face in mine
I keep a photograph
It burns my wall with time
Time
An Occasional Dream of mine
An occasional dream of mine
An occasional dream of mine