If you’re wondering where the old Lana went, Nicks, on her own verse, seems to be possessed by her spirit. It’s a jolt to hear Nicks’s own oiled-leather voice delivering four Lana-esque lines, about love for a hard man, capped off by a perfect summation of the old Lana aesthetic: “My heart is soft, my past is rough.” When the two finally sing in unison, the effect is hair-raising:
But when I love him, get a feeling
Something close to like a sugar rush
It runs through me, but is it wasted love?
Let’s not waste it, love.