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 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
  
  aah, ahh, ahh...
  
  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