Sir Prize

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