Arms Around a Memory

Oh, for them New York City summer streets
All of the hours lost between
There was always a beautiful sky
And you on your contact high
And me with my broken bottle smile

Well, I put my arms around a memory
Though you'd always told me not to try (wrapping my arms)
Didn't we make a beautiful life
In your eighth floor walk-up that night?
The way two words, they make a rhyme

And I got to questioning my credibility
Like you're the reliable witness to what I feel
Though I can still taste all the sweetness of what we had
And there's no one will kiss me as deep as you know you have

Once that I saw how to see
All of your love was looking back at me
It was hard not to fulfill the prophecy we could have been

Oh, but now California's out of reach
With all of those colours bleed between
There's always a beautiful sky
Me on my contact high
And you with your broken bottle dreams

And if you get to questioning my credibility
Like you're the reliable witness to what I feel
Though I can still taste all the sweetness of what we had
There's no one will touch me as deep as you know you have

Once that I saw how to see
All of your love was looking back at me
It was hard not to fulfill the prophecy we'd always been