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 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.
But 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
And I guess I`m going to have to live with that
But, I`m sure there`s something in a shade of grey 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 tell yourself to make yourself
forget
I am not worried
If it`s love, she said, then were gonna have to think about the
consequences
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
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 gonna break and I`m not going to worry about it anymore
I`m not gonna bend and I`m not gonna break
I`m not gonna 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 just:
Snap her up in a butter fly net and just pin her down on a photograph
album
I am not worried, 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 every time she sneezes I believe it`s 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
