Artist: Counting Crows Album: N/A (0000) Title: Anna Begins (live At Elysée Montmartre)
Lyrics Anna Begins (live At Elysée Montmartre)She stands there, she says "I will walk through the fields of fire and lay myself down on roses" "Goodnight, Elisabeth" says She says "I will lay myself down on fields of fire and give you these roses."
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 But 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... 'Cause if you don't wanna talk about it, then It isn't love" And I guess I'm gonna 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 going to have to think about the consequences" And 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 gonna worry about it any more Said, I'm not gonna bend And I'm not gonna break And I'm not gonna worry about it any more.
'Cause it seems like I should say "As long as this is love..." But it's 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 'Cause I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences And 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 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 disappears and Oh, Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing. |