Twisted - Stevie Nicks, Lindsey Buckingham

You think you hear demons

I think we are the demons

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