Strange Currencies - R.E.M.

I don’t know why you’re mean to me

When I call on the telephone

And I don’t know what you mean to me

But I want to turn you on, turn you up, figure you out, want to take you on

These words, «You will be mine»

These words, «You will be mine, all the time»

The Fool might be my middle name

But I’d be foolish not to say

Going to make whatever it takes,

Ring you up, call you down, sign your name, secret love

Couldn’t I take you in and make you mine?

These words, «You will be mine»

These words, «You will be mine, all the time», oh

I tripped and fell, did I fall?

What I want you to feel, I want to feel it now

You know with love come strange currencies

And here is my appeal:

I need a chance, a second chance, a third chance, a fourth chance,

A word, a signal, a nod, a little breath

Just to fool myself, catch myself, to make it real, real

These words, «You will be mine»

These words, «You will be mine, all the time», oh

These words, «You will be mine»

These words haunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat, make me pray,

Say love’s combined, oh