My friend assures me,
"It's all or nothing."
I am not worried,
I am not overly concerned....
My friend implores me,
"For one time only, make an exception."
I am not worried..
Wrap her up in a package of lies,
Send her off to a coconut island...
I am not worried,
I am not overly concerned....
But the status of my emotions,
"Oh" she says "You're changing"
We're always changing...
It does not bother me to say, "This isn't love...
Because if you don't want to talk about it
Then, it isn't love."
Well I guess I'm going to have to live without
And I'm sure there's something in a shade of gray
Something in between,
And I can always change my name, if that's what you mean
My friend assures me
"It's all or nothing."
But I am not really worried
I am not overly concerned
You try to tell yourself
The things you try to tell yourself
To make yourself forget
To make yourself forget..
I am not worried
"If it's love," she said "then we're going to have
to think about the consequences."
She can't stop shaking,
I can't stop touching her and...
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and
Anna begins to change her mind
"These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days."
She says
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing
But I'm not going to break,
And I'm not going to worry about it anymore....
I'm not going to bend,
And I'm not going to break...
I'm not going to worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say
"As long as this is love..."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should,
Snap her up in a butterfly net...
Pin her down on a photograph album...
I am not worried..
Cause I've done this sort of thing before.
But then I start to think about the consequences,
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room,
And this time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away
And Anna begins to change my mind
And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love, and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
She's talking in her sleep,
It's keeping me awake...
And Anna begins to toss and turn...
And every word is nonsense but I understand and,
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
Her kindness bangs a gong, it's moving me along
And Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away....
She disappears and,
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
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