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

Refrain:
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 are undone
The solitude reflection of his fate
Gets him down

And as the shadow covers me
I thought he was only sleeping

Refrain

His clothes on the floor
Underwear silverlined
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