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 breath.