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