By the shore of the sea searching for his memory

Sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me

In the early morning haze seagulls seem to cry my pain

And the ocean feels it too sighs his name on whispering waves



Wrote his name next to mine big and deep there in the sand

Till the earth tends to flow and our names will be drowned

All the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze

While the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves



There's a bistro where we would dine each evening

Candle light and California wine

Love is holding hands across the table

I still go past each night

Look for his car outside



At the foot of this cliff we spent days weaving our dreams

Making plans building homes raising kids and coloring scenes

Then one morning he was gone and our story reached an end

But his words still linger on on whispering waves



By the shore of the sea searching for his memory

Sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me

All the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze

While the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves