Illustrator Lyrics

When it's dark we can go outside and you can colour in my pencil lines,

Be my, be my illustrator, I'm your crisp white piece of paper

Draw me happy if you need a little pick me up,

draw me sad if today gets to tough.

Too hard to comprehend,

you can turn the page over anytime you feel the need to start again.

Be my, be my illustrator, Be my, be my illustrator, Be my, be my illustrator,

I'm your crisp white piece of paper.

write my name on your bedroom window, in the morning condensation

looking back how i lost track i, had a lapse in concentration.

i can be troublesome, we struggle sometimes

you don't need to tell me I know, I talk too much all the time .... then

you write me off, you rub me out and start again...

Be my, be my illustrator, Be my, be my illustrator, Be my, be my illustrator,

I'm your crisp white piece of paper.

Don't write me off or rub me out , we'll give them something to talk about..

call me up I'll come around I know that you wrote my number down.

Afternoons in isolation, marijuana and masturbation.

I grow tired of these routines, rowing boats on stormy seas.

don't get too close to her she'll turn you into water colour,

don't get too close to me I'll turn you into poetry,

it isn't all about you, it isn't all about you it isn't all about me.

Be my, be my illustrator, Be my, be my illustrator, Be my, be my illustrator,

I'm your crisp white piece of paper.

don't get too close to her she'll turn you into water colour,

don't get too close to me I'll turn you into poetry,

it isn't all about you, it isn't all about you it isn't all about me.

Be my, be my illustrator, Be my, be my illustrator, Be my, be my illustrator,

I'm your crisp white piece of paper.

You write me off, you rub me out and start again...