JONES - Becoming Lyrics




At my feet
Around me
All of the ghosts I've seen
Beckoning

What it is, what it is, what it is, I don't know
Could it be, could it be, could it be, tomorrow
But I'm at your feet, listening
What will they make of me?
Becoming
I could bet, I could bet, I could bet on a feeling

And if my best isn't enough
Let my heart leave a shape in the dust
Though you might forget my face, I worry where I've gone
I wonder what I've become

The mirror speaks of an old photograph of me
Don't think that I need that vision of me
I won't watch history repeat
Now I know, now I know, now I know what it is
Will I grow, will I stumble into the unknown?

And if my best isn't enough
Let my heart leave a shape in the dust
Though you forget my face, I worry where I've gone
I wonder what I've become

Under the weight of my past
Held in the case of my skin
Time moves between us so fast
And now I'm rushing to
Forgive me, give me something
Won't you before I've gone

Wonder what I've become
Do you wonder what I have become?





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