Anastasia from Deer Friends by The 117s

I used to think the labyrinth would take me,
as it's done to so many many times before,
but now I see my civilization
not built a finish line,
but found within its core
And every corner is a pleasant face,
half-lit red and orange in the dawn,
but I know I’ll stick around this one a little too long:
Anastasia

Her hands are covered in all this shiny dust
It falls into my cuts sometimes, but I’ll stay tough
Sometimes when I’m waiting outside on the side of the street
I feel like the pavement’s crumbling beneath my feet
I mean what I say, but I don’t say what I mean
How can we “see each other” if I can’t be seen?
I see that that’s no way to be,
but only when Anastasia seems to want to be with me,
with Anastasia

You’re my keystone, Anastasia, you’re my all,
but when I lean, are you just part of the wall?
You could reciprocate and lean on me,
I won’t pretend to know what you need, and you say
you need to go floating in space,
all celestial at a lightyear pace
Sometimes I still look up at the sky and awe
at Anastasia.

• Rock
• alt rock
• blues rock
• piano rock
• pop
• Gambier