The Way I Could

Oh, oh, oh Quiet rider Symphony Childhood seemed so good Loving in the way I could Always easy Not blue All my faith in you protecting me Loved ones do Devil, devil, devil So uneasy And obtuse Vying for attention Drowning for the rest of them Always moving Silly ride Father, mother Much to hide And it's costing us the love Cost the love we had No connection far as I Far as I can see She called me Devil, devil, devil Devil, devil, devil Oh, oh, oh Devil, devil, devil Devil, devil, devil