I'm not ready for this sort of thing

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 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 were 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 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 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 were gonna have to think about the consequences"

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 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

no, 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

I've done this sort of thing before

But then I start to think about the consequences

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 change my mind

And 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 dissappears, and oh lord 

I'm not ready for this sort of thing