Sweet Arms Of A Tune

He told her when she played
Wings sprouted from her shoulderblades
And every bone inside her seemed to change
So on her fingers moved
Over notes she hoped would sooth
His jagged soul caressing every groove
Oh and how she longed to say
That she'd missed his troubled ways
And if she could she'd do it all again
But sometimes every word has been used
And there's nothing left to do
But hold the one you can't have
In the sweet arms of a tune

A year ago today
New York City seemed to fall away
To leave only the bed on which they lay
But an island is just that
Oh and when the world came flooding back
All the pillars underneath them began to crack
Now he's sitting on her floor
She's playing all the minor chords
Wishing so damn hard he'd kiss her like before
But sometimes every word has been used
And there's nothing left to do
But hold the one you can't have
In the sweet arms of a tune
Yeah hold the one you can't love
In the sweet arms of a tune

Cause sometimes every inch of you's bruised
And there's nothing left to prove
Just hold the one you can't love
In the sweet arms of a tune
Yeah hold the one you can't love
In the sweet arms of a tune