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

(the sun goes down)

Chasin' the demons down

(oh, the sun goes down)

You'd rather be rapped up

(the sun goes down)

In the arms of a storm

(chasin' down the demons)

Chasin' the demons

(there cryin' out for love,..............love)