Thinking Out Loud Lyrics - Emiliana Torrini

Like the leaves at my feet 

He is a victim of gravity 

The unbearable color 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 silver lined 

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