Like the leaves at my feet
He's 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?
I'm sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud?
Sorry it was me
Thinking out loud

Like strings in a fan
His shoelaces are undone
The solitude reflection of his fate
Gets him down
And as his 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 silver lined
The smell of lavender and tar
Brings me down
And if the telephone should ring
God knows it could never be him

I'm sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud?
I'm sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud?
I'm sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud?
I'm sorry it was me
Thinking out loud