Testo di Thinking Out Loud

Like the leaves at my feet 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 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 silverlined 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