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Call Waiting Video (MV)




Performed By: Jason Vitelli
Language: English
Written by: Jason Vitelli




Jason Vitelli - Call Waiting Lyrics




Wait for a second, wait another second
It'll be just be a moment
But can never seem to get this right

I won't be alive, I won't be alive, I sit here and bide my time
But not easy to stand naked

I won't be another wasted life generated by anxiety
But my way doesn't pave a way toward any sort of possibility

So I slide on by and I want you as mine
And I try and try but the minutes are like fire
Oh

I sit by the phone and say that it's OK
A mantra fed existence pouring out of a starving heart
But the ringing in my head rings true and shivers down my spine
I never felt so out of sorts, driven mad by a singularity

Connection bursts me through the lines
My lips worn icy chapped now are moist
Color flushes into my face, I cannot think straight
It was my sigh of relief that pulled apart my insides
Revealing some sort of shape for here and now existing again
And the voices that sped my turbines into feverish pitch
Now sing to me such soothing whispers
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Wait for a second, wait another second
It'll be just be a moment
But can never seem to get this right

I won't be alive, I won't be alive, I sit here and bide my time
But not easy to stand naked

I won't be another wasted life generated by anxiety
But my way doesn't pave a way toward any sort of possibility

So I slide on by and I want you as mine
And I try and try but the minutes are like fire
Oh

I sit by the phone and say that it's OK
A mantra fed existence pouring out of a starving heart
But the ringing in my head rings true and shivers down my spine
I never felt so out of sorts, driven mad by a singularity

Connection bursts me through the lines
My lips worn icy chapped now are moist
Color flushes into my face, I cannot think straight
It was my sigh of relief that pulled apart my insides
Revealing some sort of shape for here and now existing again
And the voices that sped my turbines into feverish pitch
Now sing to me such soothing whispers
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Writer: Jason Vitelli
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