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 switcheroo With the box of flash I made you sigh A tiny submariner It's a masquerade 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 breat