Текст песни: Collective Soul. Blender. Turn Around.

And there floats our conversation
Like the clouds in our minds
We'd 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
And 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 am 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 turn around