The Gathering Field

The Soul Is Human

The Gathering Field


The crescent moon sits waxing in the clear, blue sky tonight
Joanna sits relaxing down by the riverside 
The cigarette she's smoking, a symbol of her sin 
The words they still ain't spoken just a' hanging in the wind 

The soul is blackened by desire unprotected 
The soul is weakened by love that goes neglected 
The soul is drowning in a sea of sweet perfume and 
Oh, lest we forget, the soul is human 
Oh, lest we forget, the soul is human 

What tangled webs we weave from idle speculation 
A long, lost friend perceived the depth of her frustration 
Beer bottle sweating, she sits peeling off the label 
She'll start regretting this as soon as she is able 

The soul is blackened by desire unprotected 
The soul is weakened by love that goes neglected 
The soul is drowning in a sea of sweet perfume and 
Oh, lest we forget, the soul is human 
Oh, lest we forget, the soul is human 

Oh it's been so long 
Since she felt this way 
Yeah it's been so long 
Since she felt anything 

"Just one more minute." She whispers in the moonlight 
She's so deep in it, she cannot hold him too tight 
The wheels are turning, she can feel them in the distance 
With such sad yearning, hard to put up much resistance 
The soul is blackened...