R.E.M | Strange Currencies

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

I wanna 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

I'm going to make whatever it takes

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

Make it rhyme, 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

And did I fall

What I want to feel

I want to feel it now

Now 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, to 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, they haunt me, hunt me down

Catch in my throat, make me pray

Say love's confined, oh