TANGERINE

When I was a Tangerine
I was kissed by the Sun
And Held by a String
I slept tight by the Moon
And my home was a Tree
My nightmares were Birds
And sheets of Rain were my dreams

But that was way back
Long ago it now seems
When I met him as an Apricot
And I was a Tangerine

When I was a Tangerine
I saw my lover
On a faraway Tree
And I wished these vines were gone
And I was a little free
Then when it broke, I awoke
And it was really just a dream

Doesn’t it seem strange?
A memory I think it seems
Back when he was an Apricot
And I, a Tangerine