Arms Around a Memory

Oh-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

I put my arms around a memory
Though you'd always told me not to try (wrapped in 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
No, I can't 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-oh, but bow California's out of reach
All of those colors 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
No, I can't still taste all the sweetness of what we had
And 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