My friend assures me, It's all or nothing.nBut I am not really worried. I am not overly concernednMy friend implores me, For one time only,nmake an exception.. I am not worriednWrap her up in a package of liesnSend her off to a coconut islandnI am not worried. I am not overly concernednnThis isn't lovenAnd if you don't want to talk about itnThis isn't lovenAnd I'm going to have to live thatnI'm sure there's something in a shade of greynOr something in betweennI can always change my namenIf that's what you meannnMy friend assures me, It's all or nothing.nBut I am not really worried. I am not overly concernednYou try to tell yourself the things you try tell yourselfnTo make yourself forgetnI am not worriednThis isn't lovenShe can't stop shaking and I can't stop touching her and...nnWhen kindness falls like rainnIt washes her away and Anna begins to change her mindnThese seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for daysnShe says I'm not ready for this sort of thingnnBut I'm not gonna breaknAnd I'm not going to worry about it anymorenI'm not gonna bendnAnd I'm not gonna breaknI'm not gonna worry about it anymorenIt seems like I should say, As long as this is love...nMaybe I should snap her up in a butterfly netnPin her down on a photograph albumnI am not worriednI've done this sort of thing beforennThen kindness falls like rainnIt washes me away and Anna begins to change my mindnAnd everytime she sneezes I believe it's love andnOh lord I'm not ready for this sort of thingnnShe's talking in her sleepnIt's keeping me awakenAnd Anna begins to toss and turnnAnd every word is nonsense but I understand andnOh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thingnnHer kindness bangs a gongnAnd Anna begins to fade awaynIt's chasing me awaynnShe disappears andnOh lord I'm not ready for this sort of thing