A feeling is an instinct,
It's a guide
Making sure that everything's alright
So turn away
Fly away, get away
Have the courtesy to say...
What's on your mind,
Am I supposed to guess this?
It turns out I wasn't on the right lane
So turn away
Fly away, get away
Have the courtesy to stay
Away
Is this the truth?
Or will it make you lie?
Burn everything you have
Just for that moment of fire
So turn away
Fly away, get away
Have the courtesy to stay
Away