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