The morning's bright and colorful
Young people come and pass
I watch them through my window
Face pressed up to the glass
And the crystal sky looks the same as it did before
But I can't feel it
Anymore
I can't feel it
Anymore
I can't feel it
Anymore
How does the wheel turn round?
Quick feet on crowded avenues
Bright stars on spinning spheres
The world is dancing quietly
To some song that I can't hear
And the melody looks the same written in the score
But I can't feel it
Anymore
I can't feel it
Anymore
I can't feel it
Anymore
How does the wheel turn round?