Young girl in the market

Music to the men

When the men leave

Her eyes are red

When her eyes are closed again she sees the dark market of above

And she sings

'They say the most horrible things

But I hear violins when I close my eyes

I am at the center of the sun

And I cannot be hurt

By anything this wicked world has done'

Young boy in the market

Follows all the men

When the men leave

He's out of his head

When his eyes are closed again he sees the dark market of above

And he sings

'They break the most beautiful things

But I hear violins when I close my eyes

I am at the center of the sun

And I cannot be hurt

By anything this wicked world has done

I look into your eyes

And I am at the center of the sun

And I cannot be hurt

By anything this wicked world has done'

Center of the sun

Young boy in the market

Sees the girl alone

And asks her

'Have you lost your way home '

She sings

'You say the most beautiful things just like my violins'

I look into your eyes

I am at the center of the sun

And I cannot be hurt

By anything this wicked world has done

When I close my eyes

I am at the center of the sun

And I cannot be hurt

By anything this wicked world has done

'Cause

I hear violins

I hear violins

I hear violins

I hear violins

Center of the sun

I hear violins