Ed Harcourt - The Saddest Orchestra (It Only Plays For You) lyrics

rate me

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 tune