My friend assures me, she says, "It's all or nothing,"
But I am not worried, and I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me, "Just one time only
Make an exception," but I am not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies or 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
'cause if you don't want to talk about it, then it isn't love
I guess I'm gonna have to just live with that
But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey or something in between
I can always just change my name if that's what you mean
But my friend assures me, she says, "Look, it's all or nothing,"
But I am not really worried, I am not overly concerned
You can try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself
Just to make yourself forget I am not worried
"'cause if it's love," she says,
"Then we're gonna have to think about the consequences"
'cause she can't 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, "I'm not ready for this sort of thing,"
But I'm not gonna break
I'm not gonna worry about it any more
See, I'm not gonna bend and
I'm not gonna break and
I'm not gonna worry about it any more
'cause I know, I know, it seems like I should say
"Oh well, as long as this is love,"
But it's not all that easy
So maybe I should just snatch her up in a butterfly net
Or pin her down on a photograph album
Well, I am not worried
I just do the same things over and over and over again
Then I stop to think about the consequences
'cause I don't get sleep, man, I never sleep
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 think 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 away
And Anna begins to toss and turn and toss
And every word, it's just nonsense, but I understand
And oh, Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of fear
Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along
And Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away
She just disappears and
Oh, Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
-David
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