Subterranean Airports (Nahemah)

Did you know all truth? I only tried to walk over the frost But this time there was no mist Making up your eyes. Now I know your lips always blink In synchrony with the marionette Knitted lips to your chest Mimetic, “rising” different each step. Which word do you belong to? I always thought we looked at the same face Too many words on your back Now the airport is underground. Too many words on your back Now the airport is underground, Flashes from a dead past Now the airport is underground.