everything can be so open to interpretation, hey
which version now, which version
life loves to throw that wrench upon the curveball to twist a thought and make one think

I'm so mad about you, really crazy for you and I cannot even show it, like I want
question is, are you mad at me?

I get the need for breaks and things
I guess, it's really a case of tragado como

one man stuck in a boat, sees an island and shouts, 'Land!'
while a counterpart on there shouts, 'Boat!'
what irony!