Thinking Out Loud Lyrics

I try to talk about myself, I'm going to tell you this

I hope I can explain

Sometimes I feel out of place

As if I had to belong somewhere else

Like a soul in pain, out of its time

And I run, I run, I run, I run...I run in circles

If I could take the best of each era

Fill my pockets with present, past and future, and now

I could become addicted!

Believe I'm a kind of God

And like that alchemist, I will look for happiness

Around me

To end up coming back home

It was always in my backpack

Use it, or not

But if I could play God, it would be a great help

Turn around time

There are seven sins and seven days will suffice!

Then I will rest on my cloud

If I could take the best of each era

Fill my pockets with present, past and future, and now

I could become addicted!

Believe I'm a kind of God

But if I could play God, it would be a great help

Turn around time

There are seven sins and seven days will suffice!

Then I will rest on my cloud