Missy Higgins - Sweet arms of a tune

Oo^Emoooo^Amooo^Emoooh, oooooooo^Emooo^Amoh ^Em H^Eme told her when she played, wings spr^Amouted from her sh^Emoulder blades And e^Gvery bone inside her seemed to ^Dchange. So o^Emn her fingers moved Over n^Amotes she hoped would s^Emoothe, His ja^Ggged soul, carressing every g^Droove.

Oh and h^Cow she longed to s^Gay That she'd mi^Emssed his troubled w^Days, Oh and i^Cf she could she'd ^Gdo it all aga^Din. Cause sometimes ^Cevery word has been ^Gused, And theres ^Emnothing left to d^Do C G D G6* But hold the one you can't have in the sweet arms of a tune.

A ye^Emar ago today New York C^Amity seemed to f^Emall away, To l^Geave only the bed in which they l^Daid. But an ^Emisland is just that Oh and w^Amhen the world came f^Emlooding back All pi^Gllars underneath them began to cr^Dack

Now he's s^Citting on her f^Gloor She's playing a^Emll the minor cho^Drds Wishing s^Co damn hard he'd k^Giss her like befo^Dre Sometimes e^Cvery word has been us^Ged, And there’s^Em nothing left t^Do do But h^Cold the one you ca^Gn't have in the s^Dweet arms of a t^Gune. Yeah ^Chold the one you ca^Gn't love in the sw^Deet arms of a t^Emune.^{Am Em}

Oo^Emooo^Amooo^Emooooh, ^Am o^Emooh Cause sometimes ev^Cery inch of you is ^Gbruised, And there’s^Em nothing left to ^Dprove So just h^Cold the one you c^Gan't have in the s^Dweet arms of a t^Gune. C G D G6* Yeah hold the one you can't love in the sweet arms of a tune.