Testo di 'What's Become Of Me' di Marcus Arch

White, walls, bleed out, with the sound of machines down the hall
I reach out to you in my head, put flowers by your bed
Not my call, not our desires or our wants met at all
Oh, the places you go, are further than ever
The sounds of your breathing should fade
Your face in my dreams, your voice in my head
I remember the stories of dancing and singing, the words that you said

So overtaken, our bodies are breaking, I know that you're still there awake
While I'm falling asleep in the dark and I'm speaking your name
Waking to silence, can't help it can't fight it, I know that you're rolling away
And I think to myself I'm not sure what's become of me
(You're slowly slipping, fading, I can't see your light)

Write my thoughts down, I hope you might read them aloud
Feelings like this come and go, as those who go with them
The sounds of your breathing should fade
Your face in my dreams, your voice in my head
I remember the stories of dancing and singing, the words that you said

So overtaken, it's watching us breaking, I know that you're still there awake
While I'm falling asleep in the dark and I'm speaking your name
Some people arrive, leave a mark on your life and you wish you could feel it again
And I think to myself I'm not sure what's become of us

And I think to myself I'm not sure what's become of me
And I tell you again, I don't know what's become of me