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

How can I escape you