Strange Currencies [Live From The National Bowl, Milton Keynes / 1995]

"Alright, you're in high school
And uhm, you got bad hair and bad skin
And nobody wants to go out with you
And you don't have a date to the high school prom
And this is your song, sweet sixteen"

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 wanna 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 gonna make whatever it takes
Ring 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, and oh

I tripped and fell, did I fall
What I want to feel
I want to 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
And make it real, real

These words, you will be mine
These words, you will be mine
All the time, and 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 confines, oh

They haunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat
Make me pray, to say love's confines, oh