Текст песни Counting Crows - Anna Begins
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My friend assures me, "It`s all or nothing."I am not worriedI am not overly concernedMy friend implores me, "For one time only,Make an exception."I am not worriedWrap her up in a package of liesSend her off to a coconut islandI am not worriedI am not overly concerned with the status of my emotions"Oh," she says, "you`re changing."But we`re always changingIt does not bother me to say this isn`t loveBecause if you don`t want to talk about it then it isn`t loveAnd I guess I`m going to have to live with thatBut I`m sure there`s something in a shade of greyOr something in betweenAnd I can always change my nameIf that`s what you meanMy friend assures me, "It`s all or nothing."But I am not really worriedI am not overly concernedYou try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourselfTo make yourself forgetI am not worried"If it`s love," she said, "then we`re going to have tothink about the consequences."She can`t stop shakingI can`t stop touching her and...This time when kindness falls like rainIt washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind"These seconds when I`m shaking leave me shudderingfor days," she saysAnd I`m not ready for this sort of thingBut I`m not going to breakAnd I`m not going to worry about it anymoreI`m not going to bend and I`m not going to breakAnd I`m not going to worry about it anymoreNo 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 shouldSnap her up in a butterfly netPin her down on a photograph albumI am not worriedI`ve done this sort of thing beforeBut then I start to think about the consequencesBecause I don`t get no sleep in a quiet room and...The time when kindness falls like rainIt washes me away and Anna begins to change my mindAnd everytime she sneezes I believe it`s love andOh Lord, I`m not ready for this sort of thingShe`s talking in her sleepIt`s keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turnAnd every word is nonsense but I understand andOh Lord, I`m not ready for this sort of thingHer kindness bangs a gongIt`s moving me along and Anna begins to fade awayIt`s chasing me awayShe disappears andOh Lord, I`m not ready for this sort of thing