The Ridge - Information Society

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