Besedila: Voltaire. Anastasia.

there's a field of flowers, and they smell like you
and i go walking through them
well, if you remember me
you know i'd love to pick one, for my lapel
but you know, there's too many insects watching
i'm afraid they'll tell on me

and here the skies another day, no a night
in this place where i close my eyes
it's like my skin to try so hard to hold it back
there's an explosion it comes raining down
you smiled, you smiled at me

anastasia, you're disappearance is the thorn in my side
anastasia, you know your absence is the thorn in my side

i think about you every night and every day
every moment sence you left here
you were the one that got away
as they say, everyone has an anastasia

anastasia, you're disappearance is the thorn in my side
anastasia, you know your absence is the thorn in my side

i kept your room just how you left it
there's not a toy out of sight
just in case the fates are kind
and you come back to me
i don't wanna live without my little anastasia

anastasia, you're disappearance is the thorn in my side
little anastasia, you know you're absence is the thorn in my side
little anastasia, you're disappearance is the thorn in my side
little anastasia, and only you can take the thorn from my side.