I see the flight of your awe    And the fleece of your eye.    I'm riding the escalator    For the round side of you.       With the box of flash,    I made you sigh    Capisci, dolce vita.       I count your breath.       I see the why in the mouth    Of a ray in the sky.    Tossing me out with the cup    Of the old swither, oooo!       With the box of flash,    I made you sigh    A time is up, Marina.       It's a mascarade,    The mouse-scapade,    And a ruby in your twist.       My array, Shaking hands with a cat in a mirror.    My array, waking up with the blast of a cold,    My array, my array, l count your breath.