Propeller Seeds Lyrics - Sparks - Imogen Heap

Propeller seeds 

Corridor scene 

Talk on, walk out 

It took me a minute, my mind was on other things 

Oh, 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 

Unfold 

Where does this story go? 

Queue, food 

Drink up, continue 

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. 

(Oh woah, oh woah) 

Our bubble's got it covered 

(Ooh) 

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 leaves from my fingertips 

I'm falling 

What does this story know? 

Wedding rings, children 

Are all the good ones taken? 

Rickshaw, disco 

Goodnight kiss 

Oh, cold shower 

Call me for sweet dreams of him 

Where does this story go? 

(Whoa whoa) 

What does this story know? 

(Whoa whoa) 

What does this story hold for us?