Cecil Otter - This Is the Place lyrics

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Cecil Otter - This Is the Place lyrics

[Hook: Astronautalis] You're all waiting, yeah we're all, all waiting, yeah You're all waiting, yeah we're all, all waiting, yeah For the call on the telephone That call on the telephone You're all waiting, yeah we're all, all waiting, yeah You're all waiting, yeah we're all, all waiting, yeah For that call on the telephone That call on the telephone [Verse 1: Sims] When I laughed back ' at the laugh track I laughed hard ' from all my soft parts And my smarts tempted to fix it ' to feed it Into the rigid edges of what I live in, attempted But it didn't, I'm sketching up something different, a picture That was never pitched on thirty second clips ' This is it And no amount of that will reconcile what's missing ' Or isn't But don't it beckon louder if you listen now There goes the recipe ' from the pressure that's pressing me It tempered my tendencies too much To render a memory ' and forge an identity At the edge of my empathy, I've had enough And the walls are just my cave Or I just might find that train to come and take me away But it's steeled in cellophane, a melamine escape What better way to celebrate while I sit and waste the hell away [Hook: Astronautalis] We're all waiting, yeah we're all, all waiting, yeah We're all waiting, yeah we're all, all waiting, yeah For the call on the telephone That call on the telephone We're all waiting, yeah we're all, all waiting, yeah We're all waiting, yeah we're all, all waiting, yeah For the call on the telephone That call on the telephone [Verse 2: Astronautalis] Hold on tight, she begged me dearly Promise darlin', I won't let you go City lights and the dead so clearly Behind the soft focus on a fallen snow Huddled close as the wind came tearing Through the concrete canyon, my fingers Lost their feeling, I can feel this Creeping underneath my coat Or that one summer evening, in the gra**, fireworks above We laughed between our kisses as the ash rained down on us Never looked to the sky to see explosions of the light Cause every rocket took flight was reflected in the light Of the pale blue eyes ' of my love But I've never seen it before ' She just went when my eyes closed But I can feel it, surrealist, when her lip scrapes my earlobe I've seen a family grow ' I lived those problems we faced I memorized her every line and know just how her skin tastes So go on and lay me to rest ' speak only sweetness on breath Cause in my dreams she lives and breathes, and when I wake I am dead But that's just tricks of the mind, the lie that loneliness buys Some dreams are so damn beautiful you hope you never wake up Wake up [Verse 3: Sims] And I've always got (got) one eye on the clock And a nagging thought: it's something else, and I knew it And it may not stop, and it might be my ruin A spinning top on top of my "what the hell am I doing?" But this is it, this is the place ' Don't let that high go to waste I can't pull me down (down, down, down) I don't care what gra**, what shade ' I'm a turbine, spinning blade I'm an ore, 'n drillin' but it runs me dry ' Sometimes I Stare at your picture, wondering, "How did I get here?" And compare your time to mine (mine, mine) But then it hit me nowhere probably I can blame it on the human body Evolution to the movement, sloppy Breaker, breaker, does someone copy? [Hook: Astronautalis & Sims] We're all waiting, yeah we're all, all waiting, yeah We're all waiting, yeah we're all, all waiting, yeah For the call on the telephone That call on the telephone We're all waiting, yeah we're all, all waiting, yeah (With my hands up, and my guard down) We're all waiting, yeah we're all, all waiting, yeah (And it pumped up, but it let down) For the call on the telephone (And it said, "Jump!" But I stayed ground) That call on the telephone (And nothing happened, well something happened) [Outro: Astronautalis & Sims] Wake up There goes the recipe From the pressure that's pressing me Temper my tendencies Too much At the edge of my empathy I've had enough I've had enough