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
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
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