Thinking Out Loud lyrics

Like the leaves at my feet

He is a victim of gravity

The unbearable colour of things

Gets him down

And as his raincoat covers me

We know it was never raining

Sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud

Sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud

Sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud

Sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud

Like strings in a fan

The shoelaces aren't done

The solitude reflection of his fate

Gets him down

And as the shadow covers me

I thought he was only sleeping

Sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud

Sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud

Sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud

Sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud

His clothes on the floor

Underwear silverlined

The smell of lavender and tar

Brings me down

If the telephone should ring

God knows it could never be him

Sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud

Sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud

Sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud

Sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud

• Artist:Emilíana Torrini
• Album:Fisherman's woman