Riptide

She's out of her mind Like the wind in a storm Oh, like the ocean at dawn As it disappears, with the riptide She's out of her mind She's pulled away by the moon She's ripped from her sleep As the cold luna sweep gains control Ooh, what you gonna do with your emotions Ah, ones you barely recognize In your sleep I heard you screaming, ooh "This is not voluntary! This is not voluntary! If this is life, I'd rather die!" In the riptide, in the riptide She's out of her mind, riptide Like a muscle that swells You know when you trip Whether you're well or sick, your body aches She's out with the tide Gone to a prisoner's dance Where a monkey's her date Eating limbs off a plate with a spoon "Ooh, what you gonna do with your emotions" Said the seagull to the loon What you gonna do with your emotions She said "Please wake me up" She said "Don't touch me now" She said "I wish, I was dead" With the riptide She's out of her mind Riptide, you always win It happens over and over again Riptide She's out of her mind Like a hurricane's rain She does not stand a chance At this luna dance, riptide I was thinking of Van Gogh's last painting The wheatfields and the crows Is that perhaps what you've been feeling When you see the ground as you fall from the shy As the floors disappears from beneath your feet riptide She's going out of her mind Out with the tide Out of her mind Riptide She's going out of her mind Ah, with the riptide She's going out of her mind Ah, riptide