Tribe After Tribe - Merry Round Ago Lyrics

I once loved a girl inside a man a merry round ago
In a wind blown from high above the world a merry round ago
And that wind blew and held her by the waist and filled the air with glow

I think she knows

I once loved a man inside a boy a merry round ago
Like a flower upon Lolita's breast where many died of love

I think he knows
I think it shows
I wonder

I think it shows
I think it shows
I wonder

I wonder

I wonder