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
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 try to tell yourself
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
And I`m not going to 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
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...
The 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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