A friends 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.
With the status of my emotions, oh she says "you're changing."
We're always changing, it doesn't bother me to say...
This isn't love...cuz if you don't wanna talk about it
Then it isn't love. And I guess I'm gonna have to live without
But I'm sure that there's something in a shade of gray
Or 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 I'm gonna have to think about the consequences,
And she can't stop shaking, and 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.
The 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 gonna break and I'm not gonna worry about it anymore.
I'm not gonna bend and I'm not gonna break.
I'm not gonna worry about it anymore.
No, no, no, no, no...
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,
And pin her down in a photograph album.
I'm not worried cuz I've done this sort of thing before.
But then I start to think about the consequences
And 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 every time she sneezes, I believe it's love.
And ohhh 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 ohhh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing.
Her kindness bangs are gone, it's moving me along
And Anna begins to fade away.
She's chasing me away. She disappears.
And ohhh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing.
