Text: Tori Amos. Under The Pink. Yes, Anastasia.

I know what you want
The magpies have come
If you know me so well then
Tell me which hand I use?

Make them go
Make it go

Saw her there in the restaurant
Poppy don't go
I know your mother is a good one
But Poppy don't go
I'll take you home

Show me the things I've been missin'
Show me the ways I forgot to be speaking
Show me the ways to get back to the garden

Show me the ways to get around, get around
Show me the ways to button up
Buttons that have forgotten they're buttons
Well, we can't have that forgetting that

Girls, girls
What have we done?
What have we done to ourselves? Yes

Driving on the vine
Over closed lines
But officer I saw the sign

Thought I'd been through this in 1919
Counting the tears of ten thousand men
And gathered them all but my feet are slipping

There's something we left
On the windowsill
There's something we left, yes

We'll see how brave you are
We'll see how fast you'll be running
We'll see how brave you are
Yes, Anastasia
And all your dollies have friends

Thought she deserved no less than she'd give
Well, 'Happy Birthday', her blood's on my hands
It's kind of a shame 'cause I did like that dress

It's funny, the things
That you find in the rain
The things that you find, yeah

In the mall and in the date mines
In the knots still in her hair
On the bus I'm on the way down
On the way down all the girls seem to be there

We'll see how brave you are, oh yes
We'll see how fast you'll be running
We'll see how brave you are
We'll see

We'll see how brave you are, oh yes
We'll see how fast you'll be running
We'll see how brave you are
Yes, Anastasia

Come along now little darlin'
Come along now with me
Come along now little darlin'
We'll see how brave you are