Interpret:

Hooverphonic

Album:

Reflection

He likes to play an electric guitar
 He does sing, but not in a choir
 He thinks he's cool with his 19” tires
 Got the looks but he's playing with fire


 Always comes back like a boomerang back to me
 The words of a liar do hurt like breaking a knee


 Sober feels out of control
 Evenings are high, morning are lowW
 He can't accept that he's getting thirty
 He's oh so slow, never in a hurry 


 He serves desire with hurt as a potion to me
 Whenever he's gone he reinvents the word free