The Mouth

The white lies of you show me the meaning of trust,

What should i take, if i only could see the rust,

It is drained, the ocean is draining,

It is stuck, the wind stops breathing,

Who do you see yourself in the mirror?

How do you see your reflection inside of the water?

Is it all too much until it took you for granted?

Is it too little until it makes you shallowed?

I am not the consolation prize,

I am not the resort you can run into any time,

Tell me when you ask the sun if he watches,

Tell me when you tell the moon about your secrets,

Dont come to me when you feel ruthless and restless,

Do come to me when you feel the breezes in your eyes.