Poe :

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 a 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 is out of his head
When his eyes are closed again
He sees a dark market of a violin
And he says 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
I look into your eyes and
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

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

I hear violins at the centre of the sun
I hear violins