Imogen Heap — Propeller Seeds

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus 1] What's happening here? I'm growing roots through my toes And leaves from my fingertips Unfurl Where does this story go? [Post-Chorus] Queue, food Drink up Continue [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus 2] What's happening here? I'm growing roots through my toes And there are leaves from my fingertips Unfurling What does this story know? [Bridge] Wedding rings, children Are all the good ones taken? Rickshaw, disco Goodnight kiss Oh, cold shower Calm me for sweet dreams of... him [Outro] Where does this story go? What does this story know? What does this story hold... for us?