|
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 darkened market in her life. 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 wikid world has done. | |
 | |  |
|
 |
|
|
|
young boy in the market, follows all the men, when the men leave he is out of is head, when his eyes are closed again he sees the dark marketlike it was ... he sings...
|
|
|
|
| | |
| They break the most beautiful things, when i hear violins. When i close my eyes i am at the center of the sun. And i cannot be hurt by anything this wikid world has done. | |
| | |
|
 |
|
|
|
Young boy in the market, sees the girl alone. And asks her....
|
|
|
|
| | |
| have you lost your way home? | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| You say the most beautiful things.. just like my violins... when i look into your eyes i am at the center of the sun, and i can not be hurt by anything this wikid world as done. | |
| | |
|
|
|
