Twisted

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 firing sequences The sun goes down, filling the air with colors And winds lift you up to God, 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, Oh 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 And 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 Cryin' out for love You'd like to save her 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 storm And the sun goes down Chasin' down the demons You think you hear demons Well I got your demons They're cryin' out for love Cryin' out for love Cryin' out for love Cryin' out for love Crazy men, crazy women In the storm And the sun goes down They're still chasin' down the demons And you think you hear demons Well I got your demons And they're cryin' out for love And they lift you up to God Lift you up to God And you don't let go 'Cause you like to be twisted --- Twisted - Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks