Strange Transmissions

I believe, you say Don't think, we'll stay Drawn through the ebb Lost in the flow Beneath my breath, I confess My world, loved less The devil held the proof For me to know I could only fight For the longest while But with the truth out, baby I belong to you I stoop to find My place, entwined I took it to the bottom One more time I could only fight For the longest while But with the truth out, baby I belong to you I could trip and I want you to know That every time I think That I think I should go I receive strange transmissions I could trip and I want you to know That every time I think That I think I should go I receive strange transmissions I could only fight For the longest while But with the truth out, baby I belong to you I could trip and I want you to know That every time I think That I think I should go I receive strange transmissions I could trip and I want you to know Every time I think That I think I should go I receive strange transmissions --- Strange Transmissions - Peter Malick and Norah Jones