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
Oh, when 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 lay
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