Sweet Arms of a Tune

He told her when she played,

Wings sprouted from her shoulder blades

And every bone inside her seemed to change.

So on her fingers moved, over notes she hoped would soothe,

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.

Cause 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 in which they laid.

But an island is just there

Oh and when the world came flooding back

Oh 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.

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 is bruised,

And there's nothing left to prove

So just 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.