Anna Begins - Counting Crows
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 gonna have to live with that but I'm sure
There's something in a shade of grey
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"
And she can't stop shaking
I can't stop touching her and...
This time, when kindness fall 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
And I'm not gonna bend and I'm not going to 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
Snap her up in a b_tterfly 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
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 nosense 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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