You think you hear demons
I think we are the demons
In this place where images are born
You remember your childhood
Oh, in fiery sequences

The sun goes down
Filling the air with colors
And winds that lift you up to god
That lift you up to god

You fall to your knees
You embrace the storm
You know longer care
If it's cold or 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
In this game that you play with God
You've been warned to retreat

You take it to the limit
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
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
Chasin' down the demons
Cryin' out for love
We'd rather be wrapped up...