Strange Currencies - Remix Songtext
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Strange Currencies - Remix Songtext
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
Sign you off, wanna make you mine
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
I'm going to make whatever it takes
Ring you up, call you down, sign your name, secret love
Take you in and make you mine
These words, "You will be mine"
These words, they hunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat
Make me pray to say love′s confined, oh
I tripped and fell
And did I fall
What I want to feel
I want to feel it now, oh
Now with love comes 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 little nod, a breath
Just to fool myself, to catch myself
Make myself, 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, they haunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat
Make me pray to say love′s confined, oh
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
Sign you off, wanna make you mine
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
I'm going to make whatever it takes
Ring you up, call you down, sign your name, secret love
Take you in and make you mine
These words, "You will be mine"
These words, they hunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat
Make me pray to say love′s confined, oh
I tripped and fell
And did I fall
What I want to feel
I want to feel it now, oh
Now with love comes 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 little nod, a breath
Just to fool myself, to catch myself
Make myself, 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, they haunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat
Make me pray to say love′s confined, oh
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com