Issue No 123 The Saddest Orchestra It Only Plays For You Lyrics

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