On the fringes of torso and lips
Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir
Pummelled plains and beaten fields
We抮e never broken in spirit within
But I feel like we抮e coming around
Yes, I feel like we抮e coming around
Tell me
Cloud burst teeming, insect wave and bite
Yes it抯 true, we are not alone
TV silence it抯 a narrow entrance
It抯 a sometimes leading into future time
But I feel like we抮e coming around
Yes, I feel like we抮e coming around
I feel like we抮e coming around
Sins of omission, no love
Sins of omission
I heard it once before in shepherd抯 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抮e coming around
Yes I feel like I抦 coming around, tell me
Sins of omission, no love
Sins
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