Tangerine
Dressed up like my dream
Ankles wrapped in silver
Lily work in her hair
With her flowers
Her lamp
And her wing-tipped stare
Violet, Gold Rose
Draped in silks and flowered robes
With your spices
Your stones
And your ivory throne
Painted above your eyes
Tangerine moon arrives
Let me gaze
Up at you
And bathe in your moonshine
Ashes at your altar
Let the sweet smoke rise
As we ascend with your moon
Tangerine paradise
My Tangerine
Dressed up like my dream