Collective Soul - Turn Around

There floats our conversation
Like the 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's the price of this confession
We have yet to speak of

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'm still missing you

And if I turn around
If I turn around

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 turna round