World

Heaven, all the heavens of the world Are you looking for anything? Heaven, with eyes bright, green Every day my eyes are older I grow a bit closer to you Hearts, all the hearts of the world I don't know how I wear a heart so much Even when I run, The city can't see my eyes Under the I play a game of tennis Passing fires of fight Mother, mothers of the world All singers with eyes closed Singer on the 5th floor Your hands that I wait when you disappear How could you sing That every day I talk to you Mister, all the misters of the world ...worry, looking for All kind of escape Cities, all the cities of the world What are you wearing? I live alone on the 5th floor Of the apartment building What am I looking for you? Oh can I escape you?