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 Ooh… our bubble’s got it covered Woo! 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 sweeeeeeeet… dreams of him
Where does this story go? (Whoa whoa) What does this story know? (Whoa whoa) What does this story hold… for us?