Heaven,
all the heavens of the world.
Are you looking for anything?
Heaven with eyes bright green
Everyday my eyes are older,
I grow a bit closer to you.
Hats,
all the hats of the world.
I don't know how I wear a hat so much.
Even when I run.
The city can't see my eyes
under the brim.
I play a game of tennis.
Passing violins are blind.
Mother,
oh, mothers of the world.
A singer with eyes closed,
singer on the 5th floor.
Your hats that I wear when you disappear.
How could you see that everyday I talk to you?
Mister,
all the misters of the world.
What are you wearing?
I live on the 5th floor of the apartment building.
What am I looking for in you?
How can I escape you?