Idle Hands
Lyrics & Music: Nicole Campbell

Idle hands are the devil’s play thing
Whoever thought of that
Must have spent way too much time waiting
To feel, to feel, to feel

Do you really want to pretend
Not to feel what you feel
Is it really so hard to defend
What you feel When it’s real

Break so fresh I’m still sleeping in
The sheets we slept in
How’d it end don’t know where to begin
To feel, to feel, to feel

Do you really want to pretend
Not to feel what you feel
Is it really so hard to defend
What you feel When it’s real

Do you really want to pretend
Not to feel what you feel
Is it really so hard to defend
What you feel
When it’s real
Do you really want to pretend
Not to feel what you feel
Is it really so hard to defend
What you feel When it’s real