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 going to 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 I am not worried
"If it´s love," she said, "then we´re going to have to think about the consequences."
She can´t stop shaking
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 going to break and I´m not going to worry about it anymore
I´m not going to bend, and I´m not going to 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 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 k indness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begin s to change my mind
And eve rytime 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