[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 the 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
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 ___ if you listen now
There go the recipe
From the pressure that's pressing me
___ 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 [bad word] and take me away
But it's steeled in cellophane, a melamine escape
What better way to celebrate while I sit and waste the [bad word] 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]
___ beg me dearly
Promised I'll never let you go
City lights in the dance 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
___ evening
And the grass fireworks above
We laughed between our kisses
As the ash rained down on us
Never looked to the skies, explodes
Is the light, is of a rocket, took ___, was a flight
___ live in the pale blue eyes
Or my love
But I've never seen it before
She just ___ my eyes closed
But I can feel it, surrealist
When her lip scrapes my earlobe
I've seen him fail and he grow
I've lived those problems he faced
I've memorized ___ every line
And know just how her skin tastes
So gone and needing a rest
Speak only sweetness on breath
Cause in my dreams she lives and breathes them
While I'm ___ dead
But that's just tricks of the mind
___
Some dreams are so [bad word] 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 [bad word] spinning top on top of my
What the [bad word] 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 ___ driven when [bad word] me dry
Sometimes I
Stare at your picture
Wondering, "How did I get here?" [bad word] your time to mine
(Mine, mine)
But that 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 telep