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 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 (sun, sun)
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done (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 (sun, sun)
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done (done, done)

I look into your eyes
And I am at the center of the sun (sun, 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"

When I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun (sun, sun)
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done (done, done)

When I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun (sun, 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