Don't Turn Around

作词 : Amy Louise Billings

作曲 : Amy Louise Billings

The sight of first wheels and bright lights

Gets me all rallied up

You know I'll be there

And amongst a million people,

I see your face and you walk by (Don't turn around)

I'm forced to see you

But deep down I love it

So far away, but I still see you coming, alright

Hopefully we run into each other

You just never know

We might dance slow at somebody's wedding that we used to know

At a picture show, at a funeral

You're two rows behind me and it's hard not to turn around

Bringing up the past starts a real big fire

Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire

Don't turn around

Bringing up the past starts a real big fire

Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire

I love this time of year

The night lights up like the Fourth of July

Not quite America, but bright enough for me to see you in the crowd

Small enough for me to watch you walk on by

It's pressure on my eyes

(Don't turn around)

I'm forced to see you

But deep down I love it

So far away, but I still see you coming, alright

Let it go

Hopefully we run into each other

You just never know

We might dance slow at somebody's wedding that we used to know

At a picture show, at a funeral

You're two rows behind me and it's hard not to turn around

Bringing up the past starts a real big fire

Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire

Don't turn around

Bringing up the past starts a real big fire

Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire

Oh, something good better come out of this

I don't even know how to exist

Like it or not, I'm a minute away

Swallow my tongue and it hurts every day

Wearing the jacket you bought in '06

How do you keep it together like this

Never again, I'm a nervous wreck

Please don't repeat anything that I said

I'm forced to see you

But deep down I love it

So far away, but I still see you coming, alright

Let it go, let it go

Hopefully we run into each other

You just never know

We might dance slow at somebody's wedding that we used to know

At a picture show, at a funeral

You're two rows behind me and it's hard not to turn around

Bringing up the past starts a real big fire

Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire

Don't turn around

Bringing up the past starts a real big fire

Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire

Let it go, let it go

Let it go, let it go