The writer
by Ellie Goulding
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You wait for a silence
I wait for a word
Lie next to your frame
Girl unobserved
You change your position
And you are changing me
Casting these shadows
Where they shouldn´t be
We´re interrupted by the heat of the sun
Trying to prevent what´s already begun
You´re just a body
I can smell your skin
And when I feel it, you´re wearing thin
But I´ve got a plan
Why don´t you be the artist; and make me out of clay?
Why don´t you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Because I´d rather pretend
I´ll still be there at the end
Only it´s too hard to ask... won´t you try to help me
Sat on your sofa...it´s all broken springs
This isn´t the place for those violin strings
I try out a smile and I aim it at you
You must have missed it
You always do
But I´ve got a plan
Why don´t you be the artist; and make me out of clay?
Why don´t you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Because I´d rather pretend
I´ll still be there at the end
Only it´s too hard to ask... won´t you try to help me
You wait, I wait, casting shadows, interrupted
You wait, I wait, casting shadows, interrupted
You wait, I wait, casting shadows
But I´ve got a plan
Why don´t you be the artist; and make me out of clay?
Why don´t you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Because I´d rather pretend
I´ll still be there at the end
Only it´s too hard to ask... won´t you try to help me
But I´ve got a plan
Why don´t you be the artist; and make me out of clay?
Why don´t you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Because I´d rather pretend
I´ll still be there at the end
Only it´s too hard to ask... won´t you try to help me
I wait for a word
Lie next to your frame
Girl unobserved
You change your position
And you are changing me
Casting these shadows
Where they shouldn´t be
We´re interrupted by the heat of the sun
Trying to prevent what´s already begun
You´re just a body
I can smell your skin
And when I feel it, you´re wearing thin
But I´ve got a plan
Why don´t you be the artist; and make me out of clay?
Why don´t you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Because I´d rather pretend
I´ll still be there at the end
Only it´s too hard to ask... won´t you try to help me
Sat on your sofa...it´s all broken springs
This isn´t the place for those violin strings
I try out a smile and I aim it at you
You must have missed it
You always do
But I´ve got a plan
Why don´t you be the artist; and make me out of clay?
Why don´t you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Because I´d rather pretend
I´ll still be there at the end
Only it´s too hard to ask... won´t you try to help me
You wait, I wait, casting shadows, interrupted
You wait, I wait, casting shadows, interrupted
You wait, I wait, casting shadows
But I´ve got a plan
Why don´t you be the artist; and make me out of clay?
Why don´t you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Because I´d rather pretend
I´ll still be there at the end
Only it´s too hard to ask... won´t you try to help me
But I´ve got a plan
Why don´t you be the artist; and make me out of clay?
Why don´t you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Because I´d rather pretend
I´ll still be there at the end
Only it´s too hard to ask... won´t you try to help me