Tribe After Tribe
Текст песни Merry Round Ago

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