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