Imogen Heap

Imogen Heap - Propeller Seeds lyrics

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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 whoa, oh whoa)
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?
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Copyrights:

Author: Imogen Heap

Composer: Imogen Heap

Publisher: Megaphonic Records, RCA, Epic

Details:

Released in: 2011

Language: English

Appearing on: Sparks (2014)

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