I still lose my faith, nearly everyday
Wonder if I’m still awake at all
I still lose your face,

You don’t have much to say
Still I go on talking to this wall
Turn around

I’ve forgotten how you sound
Your rhythm and your rhyme have lost me now
Still I follow you down

Won’t you please turn around

For a $10 price

I’ll buy you something nice
Put it on a string around your neck
For a $10 price

They’ll put my name on a grain of rice
But all you want is every grain of sand
Turn around

I’m tired of breaking down
If you’re love

You sure feel a lot like doubt
Can you hear me now?

Short and sweet turn around

Turn around

Are you bigger than my doubt?
I’ve been a coward, pure and devout
Still I’ll follow you down
Turn around

Are you truth or hand me down?
I thought I’d have you figured out by now
All eyes on me, right on my count

1-2-3 turn around