Cologne — Ben Folds

Here in Cologne I know I said it wrong I walked you to the train And back across alone To my hotel room And ordered me some food And now I'm wondering why the floor has suddenly become a moving target

Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go I will let go If you will let go

Says here an astronaut Put on a pair of diapers Drove eighteen hours To kill her boyfriend And in my hotel room, I'm wondering If you read that story too? And if we both might Be having the same imaginary conversation

Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go I will let go If you will let go

(Ohhhhh-aah) Weightless as I close my eyes (Ohhhhh-aah) The ceiling opens in disguise

Such a painful trip To find out this is it And when I go to sleep You'll be waking up

Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go I will let go If you will let go