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 [bad word] 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?
 What does this story know?
 What does this story hold...for us?