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