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 a violin       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 a violin       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    Oh   I hear violins       I hear violins    Oh   I hear violins       Center of the sun       I hear ...violins