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 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 gonna have to think about the consequences
'Cause 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 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
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
Just 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
Because 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
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

Written by: Adam Duritz
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