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