Texty: Stevie Nicks. The Enchanted Works Of Stevie Nicks. Twisted.

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

The sun goes down
Filling the air with color and winds
That lift you up to God

You fall to your knees
You embrace the storm
You no longer care
If it's cold or 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
In this game that you play with God
You've been warned to retreat

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

You'd rather be wrapped up
In the arms of a storm
Crazy men and crazy women
In the storm

And the sun goes down
Chasing down the demons
You think you hear demons
Chasing down the demons
Crying out for love

You'd rather be wrapped up
In the arms of the storm
Chasing down the the demons