An Occasional Dream [Bowie]

I recall how we lived
(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
(And we'd talk with our eyes)
Of the sweetness in our lives
And tomorrows of rich surprise
Somethings 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
(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, it was long ago
(It was long, long ago)
And I still can 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

(Time)

Of mine