Imogen Heap - Propeller Seeds lyrics

Propeller seeds corridor scene
Talk on, walk out it took me a minute
My mind was on other things
Oh, but you got me at "Paris"
I must be coming down with
Something to be thinking this

What's happening here?
I'm growing roots through my toes
And leaves from my fingertips unfurl
Where does this story go?

Queue, food drink up
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We float in tandem
Past name tags and shaking hands
Immune to the hubbub of others
We're deep in discussion, the party's on mute
Our bubble's got it covered
You want me? Well, you've got me
It doesn't have to be today
I can't believe I said that out loud

What's happening here?
I'm growing roots through my toes
And there are leaves from my fingertips
Unfurling what does this story know?

Wedding rings, children
Are all the good ones taken? Rickshaw, disco
Goodnight kiss oh, cold shower
Calm me for sweet dreams of him

Where does this story go?
What does this story know?
What does this story hold for us?