歌手:Ed Harcourt
专辑:《Time Of Dust》

作曲 : Ed Harcourt
He's a shattered sculpture
He's a deaf conductor
And his only score is burning
So they hit the doldrums
In joint discordance
It's a wordless, dead-end sermon
Like a violin scrape
Like the hiss of a tape
It always sounds unnerving
And it needs us the most
'Cos it feeds off the host
And it softly stays disturbing
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
So 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
But even when good and bad
I need you in sickness & 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