My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing"
I am not worried, I am not overly concerned
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
But she can't stop shaking and I can't stop touching her and
"If it's love," she said
But we're always changing
And every word is nonsense but I understand and
And I'm not going to worry about it anymore no, no, no, no, no
She's talking in her sleep
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself
My friend implores me, "For one time only make an exception"
But it's not all that easy, so maybe I should
I am not worried 'cuz I've done this sort of thing before
But I'm sure there's something in a shade of Grey
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
"Then we're gonna have to think about the consequences"
It's chasing me away, she disappears and
Oh Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
And every time she sneezes I believe it's love and
I am not worried
Songwriters: Steve Bowman, David Bryson, Adam Duritz, Charlie Gillingham, Dave Immergluck, Matt Malley
If that's what you mean
But I am not really worried, I am not overly concerned
I am not worried, I am not overly concerned
Or something in between and I can always change my name
It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love"
And I guess I'm gonna have to live with that
But then I start to think about the consequences
"These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days"
Publisher: JONES FALLS MUSIC
It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind
I'm not gonna bend and I'm not gonna break
Snap her up in a butterfly net and pin her down on a photograph album
But I'm not gonna break and I'm not gonna worry about it anymore
To make yourself forget,to make yourself forget I am not worried
With the status of my emotions "Oh," she says, "You're changing"
This time when kindness falls like rain
And I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and
She says "And I'm not ready for this sort of thing"
My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing"
Her kindness bangs a gong
It does not bother me to say this isn't love
Wrap her up in a package of lies, send her off to a coconut island
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
Oh Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
It's keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn
This time when kindness falls like rain