On Olives and Sake

She’s the one that writes me… and when I don’t understand her, it’s only because i don’t understand myself…
Maybe that’s why everything I’ll ever write will fall short to what She really is…

I look into your eyes, and I am at the center of the sun…

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 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 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 a 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 center 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 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

Conjure One – Center of The Sun

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