The Saddest Orchestra (Only Plays for You)
He's a shot at sculpture
He's a death conductor
And his only score is burning
So they hit the door drums
And joint the score down
It's a wideless dead end summer
Like a violin scray
Like the hiss of a tank
Only sounds are nerving
And it needs us the most
'cause it feeds off the host
And it softly stays disturbing
[Chorus]
Here's a ticket for the front row view
The saddest Orchestra, it only plays for you
Ever o sadly, ever so slightly out of tune
Ever o sadly, ever so slightly out of tune
Have some ships in the night
Not an end in sight
And were stuck in uncharted waters
So you shrink in your chair
As it resolves nowhere
And it ends in quiet disorder
[Chorus]
There is no beauty in here
We keep our hands in the dirt
Don't need to say any prayer
Say any poem you like
I need you in good or bad
I need you in sickness and health
There is no beauty in here
I don't want anyone else
Ever o sadly, ever so slightly out of tune
Ever o sadly, ever so slightly out of tun
compositores: Ed Harcourt
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