Centre of the Sun

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

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
Hes out of his head
When his eyes are closed again he sees the dark market...

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 you 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
Center of the sun

I hear violins