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

Four, three, two

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

Four, three, two

Oh why?

Weightless as I close my eyes

Oh why?

The ceiling opens in disguise

Such a painful trip

To find out this is it

And as 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

Oh why?

Oh why?

Oh why?

Oh why?