She's out of her mind, like the wind in the storm

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



What you gonna do ... With your emotions

Ones you barely recognize

In your sleep I heard your screaming

"This is not voluntary! This is not voluntary !

If this is life I'd rather die !"



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



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"



In the riptide



She's out of her mind riptide ... You always win

It happens over and over again rip tide

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 ...

With the riptide ...