Look for me when I am lost

I hear the sound of the ticking of clocks, who remembers your face, who remembers you when you are gone. I hear the sound of the ticking of clocks. Come back and look for me. Look for me when I am lost and just a whisper. Night turns to day and I still have these questions. Bridges will break. Should I go forwards or backwards? Night turns to day and I still get no answers. Just a whisper.