Propeller seeds Corrida scene Talk on, walk out. It took me a minute, my mind was on other things Hmm.. 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 and tend and pass name tags and shaking hands Immune to the hubbub of others We’re deep in discussion, the parties 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 leaves from my fingertips
I’m falling What does this story know? Wedding rings and 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?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.