Letra da Música The Saddest Orchestra (It Only Plays For You) de Ed Harcourt

He's a shadowed sculpture, he's a deaf conductor
And his only score is burning
So they hit the do drums in joint discordance
It's a wordless dead end summer
Like a violin's scream, like the heads of a tape
It always sounds unnerving
And it needs us the most 'cause it feeds off the host
And it softly stays disturbant

Here's a ticket for the front row view
The saddest orchestra, it only plays for you
Ever so sadly, ever so slightly out of tune
Ever so sadly, ever so slightly out of tune

Passing ships in the night, not an end in sight
And we're stuck in uncharted waters
Saw you shrink in your chair as it resolves nowhere
And it ends in quiet disorder
Here's a ticket for the front row view
The saddest orchestra, it only plays for you

Ever so sadly, ever so slightly out of tune
Ever so sadly, ever so slightly out of tune
There is no beauty in here, we keep our hands in the dirt
Don't need to seek a prayer or say any poignant words
Even the good and bad, need you in sickness and health
There is no beauty in here, I don't want anyone else
Ever so sadly, ever so slightly out of tune
Ever so sadly, ever so slightly out of tune