Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 27

Summer moves on and on and on and on...

Today is Thursday, the 20th of September 2018. Thursday is quiz-time. Quiz-time is better time...

"Bromford"

Here in Bromford

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 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