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 'Tween 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 fater 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.