This Is the Place Lyrics

Song	This Is the Place
Artist	Sims
Album	Field Notes
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	You’re all waiting, yeah we’re all waiting for the call on the telephone
	When I laughed back at the laugh track
	I laughed hard from all my soft parts
	and my smarts tempted to fix it
	to fit 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
	there’s goes the recipe
	find the pressure that’s pressing me
	then tempter my tendencies
	too much to render a memory or forge an identity
	at the edge of my empathy, I’ve had enough
	and the walls they just might cave
	or I just might find that train to come and take me away
	but it’s sealed in cellophane, a melamine escape
	what better way to celebrate while I sit and waste the hell away?
	We’re all waiting, yeah we’re all waiting for the call on the telephone
	Hold on tight she begged me dearly
	I promise darling, I’ll won’t let you go
	The city lights seemed to dance so clearly
	behind the soft focus of the falling snow
	huddled close as the wind came tearing
	through the concrete canyon
	my fingers long since lost their feeling
	but I could feel hers creeping underneath my coat
	or that one summer evening
	in the grass, fireworks above
	we laughed between our kissing
	as the ash rained down on us
	and I never even looked to the sky to see the explosions of light
	every rocket took flight was reflected alive
	in the pale blue eyes of my love
	but I’ve never seen her before
	she just lived when my eyes closed
	but I could feel her so real, I swear her lips grazed my ear lobe
	I seen our family grow
	I lived those problems we faced
	I memorized her every line and know just how her skin tastes
	so go on and leave me to rest
	speak only sweetness on breath
	cause in my dreams we live and breathe and when I awake I am dead
	but that’s just tricks of the mind
	the lie the loneliness buys
	some dreams are so damn beautiful you hope you never wake up
	You’re all waiting, yeah we’re all waiting for the call on the telephone
	And I’ve always got one eye on the clock
	and a nagging thought, 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
	I don’t care what grass what shade
	I’m a turbine spinning blade
	I’m an oil rig drilling but it runs me dry
	sometimes I stare at your picture wondering how did I get here
	and compare your time to mine
	but that’ll get me nowhere probably
	I could blame it on the human body
	evolution of the movement sloppy
	breaker, breaker, does someone copy?
	With my hands up and my guard down
	and it pumped up, but it let down
	and it said jump but I stayed ground
	and nothing happened
	but something happened
	There goes the recipe
	find the pressure that’s pressing me
	then temper my tendencies
	too much
	to the edge of my empathy
	maybe I’ve had enough

	You' re all waiting, yeah we' re all waiting for the call on the telephone
	When I laughed back at the laugh track
	I laughed hard from all my soft parts
	and my smarts tempted to fix it
	to fit 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
	there' s goes the recipe
	find the pressure that' s pressing me
	then tempter my tendencies
	too much to render a memory or forge an identity
	at the edge of my empathy, I' ve had enough
	and the walls they just might cave
	or I just might find that train to come and take me away
	but it' s sealed in cellophane, a melamine escape
	what better way to celebrate while I sit and waste the hell away?
	We' re all waiting, yeah we' re all waiting for the call on the telephone
	Hold on tight she begged me dearly
	I promise darling, I' ll won' t let you go
	The city lights seemed to dance so clearly
	behind the soft focus of the falling snow
	huddled close as the wind came tearing
	through the concrete canyon
	my fingers long since lost their feeling
	but I could feel hers creeping underneath my coat
	or that one summer evening
	in the grass, fireworks above
	we laughed between our kissing
	as the ash rained down on us
	and I never even looked to the sky to see the explosions of light
	every rocket took flight was reflected alive
	in the pale blue eyes of my love
	but I' ve never seen her before
	she just lived when my eyes closed
	but I could feel her so real, I swear her lips grazed my ear lobe
	I seen our family grow
	I lived those problems we faced
	I memorized her every line and know just how her skin tastes
	so go on and leave me to rest
	speak only sweetness on breath
	cause in my dreams we live and breathe and when I awake I am dead
	but that' s just tricks of the mind
	the lie the loneliness buys
	some dreams are so damn beautiful you hope you never wake up
	You' re all waiting, yeah we' re all waiting for the call on the telephone
	And I' ve always got one eye on the clock
	and a nagging thought, 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
	I don' t care what grass what shade
	I' m a turbine spinning blade
	I' m an oil rig drilling but it runs me dry
	sometimes I stare at your picture wondering how did I get here
	and compare your time to mine
	but that' ll get me nowhere probably
	I could blame it on the human body
	evolution of the movement sloppy
	breaker, breaker, does someone copy?
	With my hands up and my guard down
	and it pumped up, but it let down
	and it said jump but I stayed ground
	and nothing happened
	but something happened
	There goes the recipe
	find the pressure that' s pressing me
	then temper my tendencies
	too much
	to the edge of my empathy
	maybe I' ve had enough

	You' re all waiting, yeah we' re all waiting for the call on the telephone
	When I laughed back at the laugh track
	I laughed hard from all my soft parts
	and my smarts tempted to fix it
	to fit 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
	there' s goes the recipe
	find the pressure that' s pressing me
	then tempter my tendencies
	too much to render a memory or forge an identity
	at the edge of my empathy, I' ve had enough
	and the walls they just might cave
	or I just might find that train to come and take me away
	but it' s sealed in cellophane, a melamine escape
	what better way to celebrate while I sit and waste the hell away?
	We' re all waiting, yeah we' re all waiting for the call on the telephone
	Hold on tight she begged me dearly
	I promise darling, I' ll won' t let you go
	The city lights seemed to dance so clearly
	behind the soft focus of the falling snow
	huddled close as the wind came tearing
	through the concrete canyon
	my fingers long since lost their feeling
	but I could feel hers creeping underneath my coat
	or that one summer evening
	in the grass, fireworks above
	we laughed between our kissing
	as the ash rained down on us
	and I never even looked to the sky to see the explosions of light
	every rocket took flight was reflected alive
	in the pale blue eyes of my love
	but I' ve never seen her before
	she just lived when my eyes closed
	but I could feel her so real, I swear her lips grazed my ear lobe
	I seen our family grow
	I lived those problems we faced
	I memorized her every line and know just how her skin tastes
	so go on and leave me to rest
	speak only sweetness on breath
	cause in my dreams we live and breathe and when I awake I am dead
	but that' s just tricks of the mind
	the lie the loneliness buys
	some dreams are so damn beautiful you hope you never wake up
	You' re all waiting, yeah we' re all waiting for the call on the telephone
	And I' ve always got one eye on the clock
	and a nagging thought, 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
	I don' t care what grass what shade
	I' m a turbine spinning blade
	I' m an oil rig drilling but it runs me dry
	sometimes I stare at your picture wondering how did I get here
	and compare your time to mine
	but that' ll get me nowhere probably
	I could blame it on the human body
	evolution of the movement sloppy
	breaker, breaker, does someone copy?
	With my hands up and my guard down
	and it pumped up, but it let down
	and it said jump but I stayed ground
	and nothing happened
	but something happened
	There goes the recipe
	find the pressure that' s pressing me
	then temper my tendencies
	too much
	to the edge of my empathy
	maybe I' ve had enough

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