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-eigth thousand) Lost upon a revolving wheel (I heard it was twenty-eight thousand) 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 (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-eigth 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 --- The Wheel - PJ Harvey