The Writer Lyrics

You wait for a silence, I wait for a word
Lying next to your frame, girl unobserved
You change your position and you're changing me
Causing me 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 spring
This isn't the place for those violent 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
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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 and 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?
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?
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?