Young girl 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 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
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 break the most beautiful things But I hear violins, when I close my 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 And I cannot be hurt By anything this wicked world has done'
Center of the sun
Young boy in the market Sees the girl 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 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 hurt By anything wicked world has done