Lyrics Thinking Out Loud (extended horn section version) - Emilíana Torrini

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