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 theres nothing left to do 
 but hold the one you can't have in the sweet arms of a tune. 

 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 underneith them began to crack 

 Now he's sitting on her floor 
 she's playing all the minor chords 
 wishing so [bad word] hard he'd kiss her like before. 

 Sometimes every word has been used, 
 and theres 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 [bad word]  
 and theres 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.