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