The Writer letra

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, 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