The Writer by Ellie Goulding - Lyrics and Translation

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The Writer

Ellie Goulding

The Writer

Song byEllie Goulding

in AlbumLights

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

Casting these shadows

Where they shouldn't be

We're interrupted

By the heat of the sun

Trying to prevent

What's already begun

Oh, you're just a body

I can smell your skin

And when we feel it

You're wearing thin

Oh, but I've got a plan

And 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

Oh, I try out a smile

And I aim it at you

Oh, you must have missed it

You always do

Oh, but I've got a plan

And why don't you be the artist

And make me out of clay?

Oh, 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...

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...

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?

LanguageEnglish

Translated byAllen Morningstar

About this Song

The song 'The Writer' by Ellie Goulding is a heartfelt ballad that delves into themes of longing, vulnerability, and the desire for acceptance. Ellie narrates a story of unrequited love, expressing her willingness to change herself to be loved by the object of her affections. This song captures the raw emotions of yearning and the sacrifices one might consider making for love. Key poignant moments include the lyrics where she expresses her desire to be everything the other person wants, highlighting the immense emotional depth and introspection. It's a poignant exploration of love, self-identity, and emotional growth.

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

Casting these shadows

Where they shouldn't be

We're interrupted

By the heat of the sun

Trying to prevent

What's already begun

Oh, you're just a body

I can smell your skin

And when we feel it

You're wearing thin

Oh, but I've got a plan

And 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

Oh, I try out a smile

And I aim it at you

Oh, you must have missed it

You always do

Oh, but I've got a plan

And why don't you be the artist

And make me out of clay?

Oh, 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...

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...

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?

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