Trustful Hands

We are sentimental animals We are undercover criminals We were meant to make a thing or two Meant to break the laws of gravity

Hold on or so Lights out let go Stay pause and ease Breath out and in Oh no, no, no, no there comes chaos

Reach out like me Easily soft in When I dance in disorder Do I want to make sense at all No no no no, not this time

Comes and goes comes and goes Chaos is my second home I don't mind where I land As long as I'm in trustful hands

We are sentimental animals We are undercover criminals We were meant to make a thing or two Meant to break the laws of gravity

When bridges loose ground Bite the dust for a while For when it's order when it's needed Do I want to make some at all Oh no, no, no, no there comes chaos

Oh no no no no, not this time Comes and goes comes and goes Chaos is my second home I don't mind where I land As long as I'm in trustful hands