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