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? (Whoa whoa) What does this story know? (Whoa whoa) What does this story hold for us?