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
And 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
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 gonna have to think about the consequences"
But 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
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
And 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
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