The Writer - Ellie Goulding

You wait for a silence
I wait for a word
Lying next to your frame
Girl unobserved
You changes your position
You're changing me
Casting these shadows
Where they shouldn't be
We're interupted
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 won't you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why won'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 to ask
Won't you try and help me?

Sat on your sofa
It's all broken springs
This isn't the place for
Those violin strings