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
With the status of my emotions
Oh, she says, you're changing
But we're always changing
And 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 gonna have to live with that
But, I'm sure 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 we're gonna have to think about the consequences
Cause 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 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)
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 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
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 oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
(Rain) She's (falls) talking in her sleep (down)
It's keeping me awake (Rain falls, falls down)
And Anna begins to toss and turn
(Rain) And every word is nonsense but I understand
And (Rain) oh lord, I’m not ready for this sort of thing
(Rain) Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along
And Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away
But she disappears, and oh lord
I'm not ready for this sort of thing
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