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 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 SinsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
