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 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 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 thing