On the fringes of torso and lips
Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir
Pummelled plains and beaten fields
Weæ?®e never broken in spirit within

But I feel like weæ?®e coming around
Yes, I feel like weæ?®e coming around
Tell me

Cloud burst teeming, insect wave and bite
Yes itæ?¯ true, we are not alone
TV silence itæ?¯ a narrow entrance
Itæ?¯ a sometimes leading into future time

But I feel like weæ?®e coming around
Yes, I feel like weæ?®e coming around
I feel like weæ?®e coming around

Sins of omission, no love
Sins of omission

I heard it once before in shepherdæ?¯ 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 weæ?®e coming around
Yes I feel like Iæ?¦ coming around, tell me

Sins of omission, no love
Sins