[ Featuring 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 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
