The Saddest Orchestra (It Only Plays For You) – Ed Harcourt – letras

He’s a shadowed sculpture, he’s a deaf conductorAnd his only score is burningSo they hit the do drums in joint discordanceIt’s a wordless dead end summerLike a violin’s scream, like the heads of a tapeIt always sounds unnervingAnd it needs us the most ’cause it feeds off the hostAnd it softly stays disturbantHere’s a ticket for the front row viewThe saddest orchestra, it only plays for youEver so sadly, ever so slightly out of tuneEver so sadly, ever so slightly out of tunePassing ships in the night, not an end in sightAnd we’re stuck in uncharted watersSaw you shrink in your chair as it resolves nowhereAnd it ends in quiet disorderHere’s a ticket for the front row viewThe saddest orchestra, it only plays for youEver so sadly, ever so slightly out of tuneEver so sadly, ever so slightly out of tuneThere is no beauty in here, we keep our hands in the dirtDon’t need to seek a prayer or say any poignant wordsEven the good and bad, need you in sickness and healthThere is no beauty in here, I don’t want anyone elseEver so sadly, ever so slightly out of tuneEver so sadly, ever so slightly out of tune