And there floats our conversation
Like the clouds in our minds
We'd leave an open invitation
To this world we've denied
If I turn around
Would that be my fault?
If I turn around
Would that be my loss?
Feel the raindrops of impression
Stinging from above
And what's the price of this confession
We have yet to speak of?
If I turn around
Would that be my fault?
And if I turn around
Would that be my loss?
Out of sight beyond confusion
Still I'm here defining my own truth
Paranoia by conclusion
What's the point if I am still missing you?
And if I turn around
If I turn around
If I turn around
Would that be my fault?
And if I turn around
Would that be my loss?
And if I turn around
And if I turn around
And if I turn around