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
Weightless as I close my eyes
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