I hear... (violins...)

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

Looking into your eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done

I am at the center of tht 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

Looking 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

I hear violins
I hear violins
I hear violins
I hear violins

(I am at the center of the sun...)

I hear... violins...