Riptide [Perfect Night: Live in London]

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