On the fringes of torso and lips   Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir   Pummeled 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, insects 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   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   I feel like I'm coming around, one more time   I feel like I'm coming around, tell me      Sins of omission, no love   Sins   Sins of omission, no love   Sins      Let's go