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