Thinking Out Loud — Emiliana Torrini

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