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 and caress every groove

Oh and how she longed to say
That she'd missed his troubled ways
Oh 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
Cos sometimes every inch of you is bruised
And there's nothing left to prove
So 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