On the fringes of torso and lips

Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir

Pummelled plains and beaten fields

We're never broken in spirit within

But I feel like we're coming around

Yes, I feel like we're coming around

Tell me

Cloud burst teeming, insect wave and bite

Yes it's true, we are not alone

TV silence it's a narrow entrance

It's a sometimes leading into future time

But I feel like we're coming around

Yes, I feel like we're coming around

I feel like we're coming around

Sins of omission, no love

Sins of omission

I heard it once before in shepherd's isolation

Over the horizon in blue and white now, now

Now overcome you can outrun it

When the roarings cease and the right stuff weaves and fits into your life

And I feel like we're coming around

Yes I feel like I'm coming around, tell me

Sins of omission, no love

Sins