I know my heart is haunted and I put the blame on you I know I'm sentimental – but instinctively and true Mad Love – call it Mad Love You navigate my head All colors turn to red Mad Love Mad Love I know infatuation And I put the blame on you Maybe I'm just a dreamer But you make my dreams come true Mad Love – call it Mad Love You wake me from the dead All colors turn to red I know my heart is haunted and I put the blame on you I know I'm sentimental – but instinctively and true Mad Love Mad Love You dominate my head Combine the good and bad Mad Love Mad Love