Songtexte Propeller Seeds - Imogen Heap

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, 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 whoa, whoa
Our bubble's got it covered
(Whoo, whoo, woo 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 there are leaves from my fingertips
Unfurling
What does this story...
Know?

Wedding rings and 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?
(Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
What does this story know?
(Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
What does this story hold...
For us?