Counting Crows - Anna Begins Lyrics

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
But 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...
'Cause if you don't wanna 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 any more
I'm not gonna bend
And I'm not gonna break
I'm not going to worry about it any more
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 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.