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