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
Lost upon a revolving wheel
Now you see them, now you don't
Children vanish 'hind vehicle
Now you see them, now you don't
Faces, limbs, a bouncing skull
Hey little children don't disappear
All that's left after a year
A faded face, the trace of an ear
A tableau of the missing
Tied to the government building
8,000 sun-bleached photographs
Faded with the roses
Hey little children don't disappear
Lost upon a revolving wheel
All that's left after a year
A faded face, the trace of an ear
And watch them fade out
And watch them fade out
And watch them fade out
