Stevie Nicks - Twisted

You think you hear demons,
I think you are the demon
In this place where images are born
You remember your childhood,
Oh, fire in sequences

The sun goes down, filling the air with color
Winds lift you up to god, lift you up to god

You fall to your knees, and imbrace the storm
You know longer care, if it's cold, if it's warm

You live for the danger, like your passion and your anger
You don't let go
You like to be twisted, by the force
You like to be shaken by the wind

I know, you know, watchin' you go is like dyin', is like dyin'

You take it to the limit
When the winds come up
Crazy men, crazy women
Cryin' out for love
You like to savor
But you just can't give it up

You'd rather be rapped up, in the arms of a storm
You'd rather be rapped up, in the arms of a storm

Crazy men, crazy women
In the arms of a storm
The sun goes down
(well the sun goes down)
Chasin' down the demons
(chasin down the demons)
You think you hear demons
(you think you hear demons)
Cryin' out for love
(I think you are the demon)
Chasin' down the demons
(the sun goes down)
Chasin' the demons down
(oh, the sun goes down)
You'd rather be rapped up
(the sun goes down)
In the arms of a storm
(chasin' down the demons)
Chasin' the demons
(there cryin' out for love,..............love)