The Wheel

A revolving wheel of metal chairs

Hung on chains, squealing

Four little children flying out

A blind man sings in Arabic

Hey, little children, don't disappear

(I heard it was twenty-eight thousand)

Lost upon a revolving wheel

(I heard it was twenty-eight thousand)

Now you see them, now you don't

Children vanish 'hind a vehicle

Now you see them, now you don't

Faces, limbs, a bouncing skull

Hey, little children, don't disappear

(I heard it was twenty-eight thousand)

All that's left after a year

(I heard it was twenty-eight thousand)

A faded face, the trace of an ear

(I heard it was twenty-eight thousand)

A tableau of the missing

Tied to the government building

Eight thousand sun bleached photographs

Faded with the roses

Hey, little children, don't disappear

(I heard it was twenty-eight thousand)

Lost upon a revolving wheel

(I heard it was twenty-eight thousand)

All that's left after a year

(I heard it was twenty-eight thousand)

A faded face, the trace of an ear

(I heard it was twenty-eight thousand)

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade out

And watch them fade