Red. Right. Return. (Straight In Our Hands)

Sails catch any wind that they can

Through any ocean to any land

There's no worries

Power carries no concern

Silhouetted by the fields as they burn

There's no worriesYou're falling straight into our hands

No compromise, and no demands

You're falling straight into our hands

Into our hands, into our handsStill water hides an undertow

You can't fight what you can't control

There's no worries