It was springtime, I remember this now.
We sat singing under the orange tree.
Some of the blossoms softly falling down.
We let them rest on our arms and faces.
The smell in the air as sweet as sugar.

Our reality frays at the seams.
Blending it with our perfect dreams.
Stars fall as we lie beneath our big sky,
from the big world. Time set in stone.
You can not erase time, so why wonder?

We sing of possibilities wasted.
Of times that we wish we could change.
Why should we wish on things that have been?
As we dream and wish, time pasts, flying by.
Our laughs run together with our tears.

Our voices grow tired. We sing softly.
The sweet citrus fills the air once more
we come and go to the smell this sweet scent.
Slowly we fall into a deep slumber.
The time comes when we can walk away.