I am at the 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 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 centre 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 centre of the sun
And I cannot be hurt, by anything this wicked world has done

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."