Thinking Out Loud - Emiliana Torrini

Like the stone at her feet

She is a victim of gravity

The unbearable colour of things

Gets her down, down, down

And as her raincoat covers me

We know it was never raining

She says, that she needs me

Says that she needs me

Says that she wants me

Says that she needs me

Say that you want me

Say that you need me

And I’m sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud

Like strings in a fan

The shoelaces were undone

The solitude reflection of her fate

Gets her down, down, down

And as the shadow covers me

I thought she was only sleeping

She says, that she wants me

Says that she needs me

Says that she wants me

Says that she needs me

Say that you want me

Say that you need me

I am sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud

Her clothes on the floor

Underwear silverlined

The smell of lavender and tar

Brings me down, down, down

If the telephone should ring

God knows it could never be her

She says, that she wants me

Says that she needs me

Says that she wants me

Says that she needs me

Say that you want me

Say that you need me

Say that you want me

Say that you need me

Say that you want me

Say that you need me

I am sorry it was me

Was I thinking out loud