How many times, br have I seen the br moon grow full, br and seen the br leaves of trees, br falling on the ground? br Perhaps, not as many br times I was a fool. br Now my tears falling down, br is the only sound. br br br How many times, br have I seen, br birds fly away, br leaving the winter, br to meet the greeting sun? br Perhaps, not as many times, br I'd wished you'ld stay. br Now I'm left with a partner, br who's on the run. br br br How many times, br I've lost myself, br to be found, br leaving you clues, br as to how, br I feel inside? br Perhaps, they have closed down, br the merry-go-round. br Now you can go seek, br while I go and hide. br br br Perhaps, now you feel br as lost as I have been. br Now that the chains around us br starts breaking free.