Anna Begins Counting Crowes My friend assures me "its all or nothing." I am not worried I am not overly concerned. My friend implores me "for one time make an exception." I am not worried. Wrap her up in a package of lies. Send her off to a cocnut island. I am not worried - I am not overly concerned with the status of my emotions "oh," she says.  "we're changing" But we're always changing It doesn't 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 that but, I'm sure there's something in the shade of gray or something in between and I can always change my name if thats what you mean. My frined 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 to make yourself forget I am not worried, "if its love" she says "then we're gonna have to think about the consequences" She can't stop chaking 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 shuttering 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 gonna bend. And I'm not gonna break and i'm not gonna worry about it anymore.  It seems like I should say "as long as this is love.." But its not all the easy so maybe I should just 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 think it's love and oh lord.. I'm not ready for this sort of thing. She's talking her her sleep - it's keeping me awake. And Anna begins to toss and turn. And every word is nonsense but I understand it all and oh lord I'm not ready for this sort of thing Her kindness bangs a gong, it's moving me along Anna begins to fade away It's chasing me away She dissapears and oh lord.. I'm not ready for this sort of thing.