(I hear)



Young girl in the market

Gives it to the men

When the men leave

Her eyes are red

When her eyes are closed again she sees the dark market



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

Hes out of his head

When his eyes are closed again he sees the dark market...



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 you 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

Center of the sun



I hear violins