Yes, Anastasia [Gold Dust] Tori Amos

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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, yes

[Bridge]
In the mall and in the date mines
In the knots still in her hair
On the bus I'm on my way down, on my way down
All the girls seem to be there