The Writer (Ellie Goulding)

"The Writer"

 You wait for a silence
 I wait for a word
 Lying next to your frame
 Girl unobserved
 You change your position
 You're 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
 Decide the words I say?
 Cause 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
 Decide the words I say?
 Cause 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
 Interrupted

 You wait
 I wait
 Casting shadows

 Why don't you be the artist
 And make me out of clay?
 Why don't you be the writer
 Decide the words I say?
 Cause 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?
 Won't you try to help me?
 Won't you try to help me?

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