Текст (слова) песни: David Bowie - An Occasional Dream
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 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
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