Trustful Hands

We are sentimental animals
we are ? 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
easely soft in
when i dance in desorder
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 ? 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