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, were changing. But were 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 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 your self the things you try tell your self to make Yourself forget To make your self 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 and 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 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 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 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 it 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 dissappears, and oh lord I'm not ready for this sort of thing
Printer Friendly Version
