كلمات How Come They Don't Touch the Ground

Even yesterday has gone away Has tomorrow ever come Will next week last forever How come it's funny but it's not fun Have the fingers slipped, has time been cut Has the face misled the eye Break the glass let me out of here Why doesn't six come after five Turning, turning round and round My feet are burning How come they don't touch the ground I play a game on the paving stones The cracks seem so small to me I suddenly shrink and meet some insect friends And need binoculars to see across what now is wide to me They close the doors on another train The windows dirty as the floor You can play games with your reflections But I don't do that anymore I got up to leave But something I couldn't see--stopped me