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