Thinking Out Loud

Like the leaves at my face 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 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