Hooverphonic

Feel the vibe,
feel the terror,
feel the pain,
it is driving me insane...

I cannot fake,
for God sakes,
why am I driving in the wrong lane,
trouble is my middle name...

But in the end I am not too bad,
can someone tell me,
if it is wrong to be so mad about you,
mad about you, mad...

Are you the fishy wine,
that will give me a headache in the morning,
or just a dark blue land mine,
that will explode without a decent warning...

Give me all your true hate,
and I will translate it in our bed,
into never seen passion,
never seen passion...

That it why I am so mad about you,
mad about you,
mad about you, mad,
trouble is your middle name...

But in the end you are not too bad,
can someone tell me,
if its wrong to be so mad about you,
mad about you, mad, mad...

Give me all your true hate,
and I will translate it in your bed,
into never seen passion,
that is why I am so mad about you, mad about you...