Trustful Hands

[Bridge] 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 we 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 [Bridge] Burn bridges Lose ground Bite the dust For a while Where is 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 [Bridge x2]