Twisted-Stevie Nicks
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 its cold, if its warm
You live for the danger,
like your passion and your anger
You dont 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 cant give it up
Youd rather be rapped up,
in the arms of a storm
Youd rather be rapped up,
in the arms of a storm
Crazy men, crazy women
In the arms of a storm
The sun goes down
Chasin down the demons
You think you hear demons
(you think you hear demons)
Cryin out for love
Cryin out for love
Cryin out for love
Cryin out for love
Youd rather be rapped up
(the sun goes down)
In the arms of a storm
Chasin the demons
(I think you are the demon)
You like to savor
(there cryin out for love,...love)
In the arms of a storm
In the arms of a storm