| Song | Propeller Seeds |
| Artist | Imogen Heap |
| Album | Propeller Seeds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. | |
| Our bubble’s got it covered. | |
| 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 sweet dreams of him | |
| Where does this story go? | |
| What does this story know? | |
| What does this story hold | |
| ...for us? |
| 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. | |
| Our bubble' s got it covered. | |
| 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 sweet dreams of him | |
| Where does this story go? | |
| What does this story know? | |
| What does this story hold | |
| ... for us? |
| 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. | |
| Our bubble' s got it covered. | |
| 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 sweet dreams of him | |
| Where does this story go? | |
| What does this story know? | |
| What does this story hold | |
| ... for us? |