Thinking Out Loud
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
Pensando Alto
Como as folhas aos meus pés
Ele é uma vítima da gravidade
A insuportável cor das coisas
O entristece
E no que a capa de chuva dele me cobre
Nós nos damos conta de que não estava chovendo
Desculpe, fui eu
Eu estava pensando alto?
Desculpe, fui eu
Eu estava pensando alto?
Desculpe, fui eu
Eu estava pensando alto?
Desculpe, fui eu
Eu estava pensando alto?
Como fios em um leque
Os cadarços não estão amarrados
A solidão, reflexo do seu destino
O entristece
E no que a sombra me cobre
Eu pensei que ele estivesse apenas dormindo
Desculpe, fui eu
Eu estava pensando alto?
Desculpe, fui eu
Eu estava pensando alto?
Desculpe, fui eu
Eu estava pensando alto?
Desculpe, fui eu
Eu estava pensando alto?
As roupas dele no chão
Roupa íntima resplandecente
O cheiro de lavanda e alcatrão
Me entristece
Se o telefone tocar
Deus sabe que nunca poderia ser ele
Desculpe, fui eu
Eu estava pensando alto?
Desculpe, fui eu
Eu estava pensando alto?
Desculpe, fui eu
Eu estava pensando alto?
Desculpe, fui eu
Eu estava pensando alto?