The holy girl is our focus She's the story of us all She can feel our eyes upon her And the hope that she will fall
On her left so warm and honey-sweet Like a jealous loving friend On her right such a steep cold and lonely climb The clinging threat of rejection And the thought of her imperfections
She says she's nowhere near the end yet And she makes no guarantees She's comfortable with failure And her blood may one day freeze
And in her iodine stretch Her eyes recede and roll away She knows she's where nothing can reach her now Beyond where you can see Beyond where she wants to be
She walks the ridge So glassy sharp You can't find her now You can't speak to her now She's going out again
One day she was a child She could touch the sun somehow She was held in the arms of the galaxy And that child is with her now
And in her cobalt moments She'll show that she's afraid Her hands reach out and grasp at you But she's falling further Falling further in the churning dark slide
She walks the ridge So glassy sharp You can't find her now You can't speak to her now She's closing off again
Now she's walking slowly onward Through the garden you can't know Her dance so beautiful so twisted A spinning madness in the snow
She's got a black hole in there with her She's got the sun all in there too They're her partners in her eternal dance She's not aware of time moving past her She's not aware of getting any further
She walks the ridge So glassy sharp You can't find her now You can't speak to her now She'll never cry again
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