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