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