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 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 to make yourself forget I am not worried
"If it's love" she said "Then we're gonna have to think about the consequences" But 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 And I'm not going to 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 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 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 thingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
