On the fringes of torso and lips
Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir
Pummelled plains and beaten fields
We
But i feel like we
Yes, i feel like we
Tell me
Cloud burst teeming, insect wave and bite
Yes it
Tv silence it
It
But i feel like we
Yes, i feel like we
I feel like we
Sins of omission, no love
Sins of omission
I heard it once before in shepherd
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
Yes i feel like i
Sins of omission, no love
Sins
