David Bowie - An occasional dream

I re^Dcall how we ^F#mlived On the ^Amcorner of a ^Am7bed And we'd ^Cspeak of a Swedish room^G Of hessian and ^Ebwood And we'd ^Dtalk with our ^F#meyes Of the ^Amsweetness in our ^Am7lives And to^Cmorrows of rich surprise^G Some things we could ^Ebdo ^{F A}

^CIn our madness we burnt one hundred days Time takes time to pass And I still hold some ashes ^Ebto me An o^Fccasional dream

And we'd ^Dsleep, oh so ^F#mclose But not ^Amreally close our ^Am7eyes 'Tween the ^Csheets of summer bathed in blue^G Gently weeping ^Ebnights It was ^Dlong, ^F#mlong ago And I ^Amstill can't touch your ^Am7name For the ^Cdays of fate were strong for you^G Danced you far from ^Ebme ^{F A}

^CIn my madness I see your face in mine I keep a photograph, it burns my wall with time ^EbTime an o^Fccasional dream Of ^Ebmine an o^Fccasional dream Of ^Abmine an oc^Bbcasional ^Adream of ^Dmmine^{C G Bb A7}