Trustful Hands (The Gravity remix)

Hold on
Go slow
Lights out
Let go
Stay put

At ease
Breathe out
Then in
Oh no, no, no
there comes chaos
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, Where's order
When it's needed

Do I want to
Make some at all
No, no, no, no
There comes chaos back

+_+_+_
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
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
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