Tytuł: An Occasional Dream

• Wykonawca: David Bowie
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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