Missy Higgins - Sweet arms of a tune

Oo^Dmoooo^Dmooo^Dmoooh, oooooooo^Dmooo^Dmoh ^Dm H^Dme told her when she played, wings spr^Dmouted from her sh^Dmoulder blades And e^Fvery bone inside her seemed to ^Gchange. So o^Dmn her fingers moved Over n^Dmotes she hoped would s^Dmoothe, His ja^Fgged soul, carressing every g^Groove.

Oh and h^Fow she longed to s^Fay That she'd mi^Dmssed his troubled w^Gays, Oh and i^Ff she could she'd ^Fdo it all aga^Gin. Cause sometimes ^Fevery word has been ^Fused, And theres ^Dmnothing left to d^Go F F G C6* But hold the one you can't have in the sweet arms of a tune.

A ye^Dmar ago today New York C^Dmity seemed to f^Dmall away, To l^Feave only the bed in which they l^Gaid. But an ^Dmisland is just that Oh and w^Dmhen the world came f^Dmlooding back All pi^Fllars underneath them began to cr^Gack

Now he's s^Fitting on her f^Floor She's playing a^Dmll the minor cho^Grds Wishing s^Fo damn hard he'd k^Fiss her like befo^Gre Sometimes e^Fvery word has been us^Fed, And there’s^Dm nothing left t^Go do But h^Fold the one you ca^Fn't have in the s^Gweet arms of a t^Fune. Yeah ^Fhold the one you ca^Fn't love in the sw^Geet arms of a t^Dmune.^{Dm Dm}

Oo^Dmooo^Dmooo^Dmooooh, ^Dm o^Dmooh Cause sometimes ev^Fery inch of you is ^Fbruised, And there’s^Dm nothing left to ^Gprove So just h^Fold the one you c^Fan't have in the s^Gweet arms of a t^Fune. F F G C6* Yeah hold the one you can't love in the sweet arms of a tune.