The Writer (Owsey Remix)

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...
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?
'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
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
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