Ed Harcourt - Time of Dust [EP] (2014) - https://www.facebook.com/edharcourtuk - http://edharcourt.bandcamp.com/merch _____________________________________________
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