Trustful Hands - The Dø

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

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 undecover criminal

We were meant to make a thing or two

Meant to break the laws of gravity

Too oh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

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

There comes chaos

Oh no no no no not this time end

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

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh