Turn Around - Collective Soul

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