She's out of her mind. like the wind in the storm. Oh like the ocean in the 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. Ooohhh what you gonna do with your emotions. Ah ones you barely recognize. In your sleep I heard your screaming ooohhh. "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. Ooohhh 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. with the riptide. She's going out of her mind. ah riptide.