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)
Weightless as I close my eyes.
The ceiling opens into skies.
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.
- :
- In Concert 2015-2016
- So There
- Miscellaneous
- Ben Folds Presents: University A Cappella!
- Way To Normal
- Stems And Seeds
- Super D
- Songs For Silverman
- Supersunnyspeedgraphic
- Whatever & Ever Amen
- The Banger Sisters
- Ben Folds Live
- Fear Of Pop, Vol. 1
- Sunny 16
- Speed Graphic
- Picture Window
- Non-Album Releases
- Songs for Goldfish (Live)
- iTunes Originals
- Eddie Walker (Live)