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geschrieben am: 27.10.2000 um 19:54 Uhr
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Anna Begins
My friend assures me, "ItŽs 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, "youŽre changing."
But weŽre always changing
It does not bother me to say this isnŽt love
Because if you donŽt want to talk about it then it isnŽt love
And I guess IŽm going to have to live with that
But IŽm sure thereŽs something in a shade of grey,
Something in between,
And I can always change my name
If thatŽs what you mean
My friend assures me, "ItŽs 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
I am not worried
"If itŽs love," she said, "then weŽre going to have to think about the consequences."
She canŽt stop shaking
I canŽt 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 IŽm shaking leave me shuddering for days," she says
And IŽm not ready for this sort of thing
But IŽm not going to break
And IŽm not going to worry about it anymore
IŽm not going to bend, and IŽm not going to break and
IŽm not going to worry about it anymore
It seeems like I should say, "As long as this is love..."
But itŽs not all that easy so maybe I should
Snap her up in a butterfly net
Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried
IŽve done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I donŽt 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 believe itŽs love and
Oh lord, IŽm not ready for this sort of thing
SheŽs talking in her sleep
ItŽs keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand and
Oh lord, IŽm not ready for this sort of thing
Her kindness bangs a gong
ItŽs moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
ItŽs chasing me away
She disappears and
Oh lord, IŽm not ready for this sort of thing
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