The Call
Parmida Kakavand
In a vacuum of daydreams come and gone
I've been watching the paint dry
With my high heels and my lipstick on
I'm surveilling the plants
Die
But I'm waiting
I'm waiting
I'm waiting
Waiting for the
Call
Call
In a sinkhole I wink at passerbys
Keep an eye out for keepers
In a pink rage I think I know the why
I keep listening for beepers
Cause I'm waiting
I'm waiting
I'm waiting
Waiting for the
Call
Call
Call
Call
Listening for the voices that everybody hears
Listening for direction I am listening for the cheers
Listening for a miracle I'm listening for the cue
Listening for the doo-doo doo-doo
Listening for the doo-doo doo-doo
Listening for the doo-doo doo-doo
Listening for the doo-doo doo-doo
I'm waiting
I'm waiting
I'm waiting