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

About the status of my emotions
"Oh," she says, "you're changing."
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
And I guess I'm gonna have to live with 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 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 going to have to think about the consequences."
And 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
I'm not going to worry about it anymore, no no no no no

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, 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 then this time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind
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
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