Testo di 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 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.