I recall how we lived
On the corner of a bed
And we'd speak of the 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
Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue...
Gently weeping nights
It was long, long
ago
And I still 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
