Stevie Nicks
Текст песни Twisted

Written by 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 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