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?

Chorus:

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

Chorus:

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