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 / But sometimes every word has been used and there’s
nothing left to do / but hold the one you cant 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 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 that
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 / 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…
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 / But sometimes every word has been used and there’s
nothing left to do / but hold the one you cant 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 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 that
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 / 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…
Written by Missy Higgins © 2012