Turn Around

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 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 If I turn around Would that be my fault 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 If I turn around If I turn around If I turn around Would that be my fault If I turn around Would that be my loss If I turn around If I turn around If I turn around