| Song | Anna Begins |
| Artist | Counting Crows |
| Album | August & Everything After |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bryson, Duritz, Hawkins, Holly ... | |
| 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 about the status of my emotions, | |
| Oh, she says, you're changing, we're always changing, | |
| It does not bother me to say, this isn't love, | |
| 'Cause if you don't want to 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 anymore, | |
| I'm not gonna bend and I'm not gonna break, | |
| I'm not going to worry about it anymore, 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, | |
| 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 then 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. |
| zuo ci : Bryson, Duritz, Hawkins, Holly ... | |
| 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 about the status of my emotions, | |
| Oh, she says, you' re changing, we' re always changing, | |
| It does not bother me to say, this isn' t love, | |
| ' Cause if you don' t want to 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 anymore, | |
| I' m not gonna bend and I' m not gonna break, | |
| I' m not going to worry about it anymore, 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, | |
| 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 then 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. |
| zuò cí : Bryson, Duritz, Hawkins, Holly ... | |
| 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 about the status of my emotions, | |
| Oh, she says, you' re changing, we' re always changing, | |
| It does not bother me to say, this isn' t love, | |
| ' Cause if you don' t want to 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 anymore, | |
| I' m not gonna bend and I' m not gonna break, | |
| I' m not going to worry about it anymore, 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, | |
| 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 then 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. |