[00:00.00] 作词 : Giorgio Moroder/Pete Bellotte
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Giorgio Moroder/Pete Bellotte
[00:28.06]By the shore of the sea searching for his memory
[00:37.73]Sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me
[00:47.82]In the early morning haze seagulls seem to cry my pain
[00:57.78]And the ocean feels it too sighs his name on whispering waves
[01:12.88]Wrote his name next to mine big and deep there in the sand
[01:22.78]Till the earth tends to flow and our names will be drowned
[01:33.00]All the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze
[01:42.42]While the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves
[01:53.76]There's a bistro where we would dine each evening
[02:03.76]Candle light and California wine
[02:13.45]Love is holding hands across the table
[02:22.69]I still go past each night
[02:27.42]Look for his car outside
[02:32.78]At the foot of this cliff we spent days weaving our dreams
[02:42.60]Making plans building homes raising kids and coloring scenes
[02:52.72]Then one morning he was gone and our story reached an end
[03:02.69]But his words still linger on on whispering waves
[03:13.50]Ahh ahh ahh
[03:52.22]By the shore of the sea searching for his memory
[04:02.41]Sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me
[04:12.70]All the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze
[04:21.93]While the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves
[04:32.81]Oh

作词 : Giorgio Moroder/Pete Bellotte
作曲 : Giorgio Moroder/Pete Bellotte
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
Ahh 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
Oh