Baby's in her hour of darkness Everything she feels is hopeless Disconnected from the dancehall Tripping on her heart of purple Is this passion or Or your red tide? Faces of her bleak expression Taking on her town's impression Tis' the season's witching hour As the summer loses power Is this passion or Or your red tide? Babe is breaking your kiss goodnight This is where her heart will not die Is this passion or Or your red tide? Or your red tide? Or your red tide?