There floats our conversation
Like clouds in our minds
We leave an open 
invitation
To this world we've denied

* If I turn around
Would that 
be my fault
(And) If I turn around
Would that be my loss

Feel the 
raindrops of impression
Stinging from above
What the price of this 
confusion
We have yet to speak of

[Repeat *]

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

If I turn 
around
If I turn around

[Repeat *]

And if I turn around
And 
if I turn around
And if I turn around