Strange Currencies (Live in Chicago, 1995)

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 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 make whatever it takes, bring you up

Call you down, sign your name, secret love

Make it rhyme, I'll take you there 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 to feel

I wanna, wanna feel it now

You know 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 nod, a little breath

Just to fool myself, to catch myself

To make it 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

You say, love's confined, oh

They haunt me

Hunt me down, catch in my throat, make me pray

You say, love's confined, oh