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