This Is the Place - Intellectual

[Hook: Astronautalis]

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

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 smirks tempted to fix it, to fit it

Into the rigid edges of what I live and 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 up

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

For the call on the telephone

That call on the telephone

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 grass, fireworks above

We laughed between our kisses as the ash rained down on us

Never looked to the skies see explosions of the light

'Cause every rocket took flight was reflected live

In 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, swear her lips graze 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 and lead 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 grass, 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

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