David Bowie "An Occasional Dream" Songtext

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An Occasional Dream

I recall how we livedOn the corner of a bedAnd we'd speak of a Swedish roomOf hessian and woodAnd we'd talk with our eyesOf the sweetness in our livesAnd tomorrows of rich surprise...Some things we could do

In our madnessWe burnt one hundred daysTime takes time to passAnd I still hold some ashes to meAn Occasional Dream

And we'd sleep, oh so closeBut not really close our eyes'Tween the sheets of summerbathed in blue...Gently weeping nightsIt was long, long agoAnd I can't touch your name

For the days of fatewere strong for you...Danced you far from me

In my madnessI see your face in mineI keep a photographIt burns my wall with timeTimeAn Occasional DreamOf mineAn Occasional DreamOf mineAn Occasional DreamOf mine

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