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)
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