Philip Fowke Follow

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

I know I said it wrong
I walked you to the train