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 End