Tribe After Tribe - Merry Round Ago lyrics

I once loved A girl inside a man A merry round ago In a wind blow 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 he knows I think it shows I wonder