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)