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 too, oh

Hold on, go slow

Lights out, let go

Stay put, at ease

Breathe out, then in

Oh no, no, no, no

There comes chaos

Creatures like me

Easily sucked in

When I dance in disorder

Do I want to make sense at all?

No, no, no

Not this time, it

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 too, oh

Burn bridges, lose ground

Bite the dust for a while

And where's order when it's needed?

Do I want to make some at all?

No, no, no

There comes chaos back

Oh no, no, no, no

Not this time, it

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

We are sentimental animals

We are undercover criminals

We were meant to make a thing or two

Meant to break the laws of gravity too, oh