The holy girl is in our focusShe's the story of us allShe can feel our eyes upon herAnd the hope that she will fallOn her left so warm and honey-sweetLike a jealous loving friendOn her right such a steep cold and lonely climbThe clinging threat of rejectionAnd the thought of her imperfectionsShe says she's nowhere near the end yetAnd she makes no guaranteesShe's comfortable with failureAnd her blood may one day freezeAnd in her iodine stretchHer eyes recede and roll awayShe knows she's where nothing can reach her nowBeyond where you can seeBeyond where she wants to beShe walks the ridgeSo glassy sharpYou can't find her nowyou can't speak to her nowShe's going out againOne day she was a childShe could touch the sun somehowShe was held in the arms of the galaxyAnd that child is with her nowAnd in her cobalt momentsShe'll show that she's afraidHer hands reach out and grasp at youBut she's falling further...Falling further in the churning dark slideShe walks the ridgeSo glassy sharpYou can't find her nowYou can't speak to her nowShe's closing off againNow she's walking slowly onwardThrough the garden you can't knowHer dance so beautiful so twistedA spinning madness in the snowShe's got a black hole in there with herShe's got the sun all in there tooThey're her partners in her eternal danceShe's not aware of time moving past herShe's not aware of getting any furtherShe walks the ridgeSo glassy sharpYou can't find her nowYou can't speak to her nowShe'll never cry again

 

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