World - Julia Holter

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?