Ellie Goulding - The Writer: chords

    F#m        D           A         Esus4
You wait for a silence, I wait for a word
      F#m            D    F#m      Esus4
Lying next to your frame, Girl unobserved
     F#m           D               A      Esus4
You change your position, You're changing me
A/C#           D/B           Esus4           A
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

Chorus:
         D/B A/C# Esus4/D
But I've got a    plan
           E         F#m          D               A
Why don't you be the artist, And make me out of clay?
           E          F#m       D                A
Why don't you be the writer, Decide the words I say?
          F#m       D/B               E               F#m
Cause I'd rather pretend, I'll still be there at the end
E/G#       A   A/C#   D/B           Esus4          A/E D/B
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

Chorus:
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?

D                  A        Esus4        F#m
You wait, I wait, Casting shadows, Interrupted
D                  F#m      Esus4        F#m
You wait, I wait, Casting shadows, Interrupted
D                  A        Esus4        F#m
You wait, I wait, Casting shadows, Interrupted
D                  A        Esus4
You wait, I wait, Casting shadows

Chorus:
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?

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?