Songtext von Sins Of Omission

On the fringes of torso and lips Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir Pummelled plains, beaten fields We're never broken in spirit within And I feel like we're coming around Cloudburst teeming, insect wave and bite Yes its true, we are never alone TV silence it's a narrow entrance It's a sometimes leading into future time Sins of omission, no love... I heard it once before in shepherd's isolation Over the horizon in blue and white No overcome you can outrun it When the roarings cease, The right stuff weaves and fits into your life And I feel like we're coming around...