By Michael Stipe
Date: 8 February 2000

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
Gonna make whatever it takes, ring you up,
Call you down, sign your name, secret love ???
Take you when and make you mine

These words, "You will be mine"
These words, "You will be mine, all the time, oh"

I tripped and fell, but did I fall?
What I want you to feel
I want to feel it now

We 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, not 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, call me, cut me down, catching my throat, make me pay
say love's combined, oh