Texty: Brave Saint Saturn. The Light Of Things Hoped For. Anastasia.

She's the one who all the boys want,
but she's barely breaking stride
When I look and see her standing there,
I'm all butterflies inside.
Her name means "the resurrection,"
it's not too far from true.
I'm afraid that if I write this song,
she might break my heart in two.

She hits the mark,
the kindled spark,
but I'll just drag her down,
down.

Far away in distant skies,
I see starlight in your eyes.
Do you think of miracles?
Are they only dreams for fools?
She's the one who haunts my dreams at night,
underneath the bluest moon.
She makes heats skip beats in triplets,
the brightest light in any room.

She hits the mark,
the kindled spark,
but I'll just drag her down,
down.

When Anastasia smiles,
the world is getting lighter.
When Anastasia wakes,
the lights come on inside her.
And stars will light the path for her tonight,
and yes, the moon is burning oh so bright,
Anastasia.