By the shore of the sea,Searching for his memory.Sifting sand through my hands,Weighing what he means to me.In the early morning haze,Seagulls seem to crowd my bay.And the ocean feels it too,Sighs his name on whispering waves.Oh, his name next to mine,Big and deep there in the sand.Till the earth turns to flow,And our names will be drowned.Oh,The birds sing harmoniesTo the top line of the breeze.While the ocean breathes his nameOn whispering waves.There's a bistroWe would go in each evening.Candlelight,And candlelight,And a California night.Lovers holding handsAcross the table.As they go past each night,Look for his color outside.At the fork of this cliffWe spent daysWeaving the dreamsWeaving the dreams.Making plans,Building homes,Raising kids,Coloring seeds.Then one morning he was gone,And the story reached an end.But his thoughts still linger on,On whispering waves.Oh,You diffusion on thatYou see meOn the make-overNo moreHave you seen muchWhen time's run so longAnd your looksI brought you to this testBy the shore of the seaSearching for his memorySifting sand through my handsWe know what he means to meIn the early morning hazeSeagulls seem to cry my painAnd the ocean feels it tooOn whispering wavesSearch for his alertnessSearch for his secretSearch for his loveSearch for his callI search find meWhat's all the timeand where my longingSearching for anotherExact poleAnd futureyou