Thinking Out Loud Emilíana Torrini

Like the leaves at my feet
He's 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?
I'm sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud?
Sorry it was me
Thinking out loud

Like strings in a fan
His shoelaces are undone
The solitude reflection of his fate
Gets him down
And as his 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?