Trustful Hands 歌词

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 There comes chaos Reach out Like me Easily Sucked in When I dance In disorder Do I want to Make sense at all Oh no, no, no Not this time and 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 criminal 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 Where's order When it's needed Do I want to Make some at all No, no, no, no There comes chaos No, no, no, no Not this time