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?
What does this story know?

What does this story hold...for us?