Sir Prize lyrics

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.