Idle Hands - As A Conceit, philip strand

Idle hands can be, the devil’s plaything

You kept yourself busy and you’ve grown

Accustomed to those things, you would be greeting

Sacrifices turned to mean something

And on that bed you laid, I’ll be waiting

Cause memories will soon turn blurred and creased

We will look up

Now and, always

When we’re in need

Now that there’s only peace

We will look up

Now and always

There is more fight

In you than you’ll ever know

Once you said, remember that

The higher you sit, the longer the shadow you cast

And I will not forget, I won’t forget

Even a tree a thousand feet tall

Will sooner or later, have to

Watch its leaves fall

But take a closer look

And you’ll see how those leaves just got back to their roots

We’re afraid to burn too soon, not to live up to the legacy

To the things that you gave up not to give up on your family

Now take your time to rest

For I learned the lesson

It’s spelled humbleness

I’m glad learned it in person

I will carry your last words for anyone to see em

They were «this is it», so let it be it

If you’ll ever need to rest inside a forest

Remember that the boughs that bear the most

Are the one to hang the lowest

Once you said, remember that

The higher you sit, the longer’s the shadow you cast

I will not forget, I won’t forget

And I’ll, recall the pride in your eyes

And just wonder what you’d say when in need of advice

Cause before I go wrong once, I’d rather ask twice

Since in life you get nothing in return when you’re asked to pay the price