Twisted
Lindsey Buckingham & Stevie Nicks Lyrics

You think you hear demons,
You may believe you hear evil spirits,

I think we are the demons
But I believe that we are the ones causing chaos and destruction,

In this place where the images are born
In this reality where our thoughts take shape,

You remember your childhood,
You recall your early years,

Oh, in firing sequences
Recalling moments as if watching a montage of events in rapid succession,

The sun goes down, filling the air with colors
As the sun sets, it paints the sky with brilliant hues,

And winds lift you up to God, lift you up to God
The wind carries you up to the heavens, closer to divinity,

You fall to your knees, you embrace the storm
You bow down and welcome the tempestuous energy,

You no longer care, if it's cold, or if it's warm
The weather no longer affects you as you let go of material concerns,

You live for the danger,
Adrenaline and the thrill of danger motivate you,

Oh like your passion and your anger, you don't let go
You cling to your emotions fiercely,

You like to be twisted, by the force
You enjoy being tossed and turned by the power of nature,

You like to be shaken by the wind
You find pleasure in the physical sensation of being jostled by the wind,

And this game that you play with God
Your flirtation with the divine is like a game,

You've been warned to retreat
Others may have advised you to stop,

You take it to the limit
You are unafraid to push yourself to your limit,

When the winds come up
Especially when the winds are strong,

Crazy men, crazy women
People who are deemed irrational or unstable,

Cryin' out for love
Desperately longing for affection,

You'd like to save her
You wish to rescue someone,

But you just can't give it up
But you are unable to let go of this dangerous lifestyle,

You'd rather be rapped up, in the arms of a storm
You would prefer to be bundled up in the embrace of a powerful storm,

Crazy men, crazy women
People who are deemed irrational or unstable,

In the storm
Thriving in the midst of chaos and turbulence,

And the sun goes down
While the sun sets,

Chasin' down the demons
Hunting down the perceived evil forces,

Well I got your demons
But I have your demons,

They're cryin' out for love
They are begging to be loved and understood,

And they lift you up to God
By confronting your demons, you become more in touch with the divine,

And you don't let go
You cling to this connection with the spiritual,

'Cause you like to be twisted
Because you take pleasure in being caught up in the storm.