Thinking Out Loud Songtext / Lyric

Like the leaves at my face

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 face

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

Under a silver light

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