Devices - Steve Moakler

I been trying to fill

An empty space

Ain’t not telling all

The crazy kinds, the hell I’d chase

I’d be off the rails

I’d be running blind

If I was left to my own devices

You give me gravity

You give me wings

You lay your healing touch on all my broken things

You see it coming before it hits me

I’d be lost, ain’t no denying

If I was left to my own devices, yeah

I’d be up the creek

I’d be down on luck

I’d be a rolling edge

With all four tires stuck

I’d be half a man

Mighta lost my mind

You’re some kinda angel baby

I’m so glad that you’re all mine

You give me gravity

You give me wings

You lay your healing touch on all my broken things

You see it coming before it hits me

I’d be lost, ain’t no denying

If I was left to my own devices, oh

Yes, I would

Mhm

You give me gravity

You give me wings

You lay your healing touch on all my broken things

You see it coming fore it hits me

I’d be lost, ain’t no denying

If I was left to my own devices

If I was left to my own devices, yeah oh