Counting Crows - Anna begins - live at chelsea studios / 1997 lyrics

My friend a**ures 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, "Your changing" But we're always changing It does not bother me to say This isn't love 'Cause if you don't wanna to talk about it Then it isn't love And I guess, I'm gonna have to live without But I'm sure there's somethin' in a shade of gray Or somethin' in between And I can always change my name If that's what you mean My friend a**ures me, "It's all or nothing" But I am not really worried I am not overly concerned You try to tell your self the things, you try tell your self To make yourself forget, to make your self forget I am not worried "If it's love" She said Then we've gonna have to think about the consequences 'Cause she can't stop shakin' And I can't stop touchin' 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 shakin' Leave me shudderin' 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 Gonna 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 bu*terfly net And pin her down on a photograph album I am not worried 'Cause you've done this sort of thing before But then I start to think about the consequences 'Cause 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 talkin' in her sleep It's keepin' 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 movin' me along And Anna begins to fade away It's chasin' me away She disappears And oh, Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing