Anastasia

Anastasia
Oh my Anastasia

Anastasia
Oh my Anastasia

All my lighters are broke
Could you lend me a smoke?
Could you sit on my face
Suffocate with your taste
Could I?
Could I?

All my planets are red
All the windows are dead
Wrap me into your arms
Sink me under the bed
Could I?
Could I?

A touch of your life
Glamorising my time
How the pain turned around
Into a rhyme
Could I?
Could I?

Deep, Within
Your Skin
Could I find a home?
So Alone
I'm so alone

Devour the fruit
Of my sin
Nobody takes me home
So alone
So alone

Anastasia
Oh my Anastasia
Anastasia
Oh my Anastasia

Anastasia
Oh my Anastasia
Anastasia
Oh my Anastasia