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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
