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