I think I was born to live by the sea.
Somehow it lures me, away from my home.
It lures me in pictures, it lures me in song.
It lures me in colors, of turquoise and green,
And colors that I think, that I've never seen.
It lures me in dreams, it lures me in thought,
It lures me in waves, who's lyric I've sought.
It lures me in, with crystal white sand.
It lures me in ways, that I don't understand.
It lures me with sunsets, It lures me with song.
It lures me with lust, after a day so long.
Yes I was born to live by the sea.
It calls to my soul, be free, be free.

Warm sun upon my face,
cool earth on my back.
A wisp of wind, and flowers of all colors,
like a world of stained glass
moving back and forth with the warm air.
I breath a deep satisfying breath
that fills my soul with all the colors of the world.
The wind moving through the trees
are like the earth's great breath.
I am a child again,
free from my worldly duties.
My mind drifts, like the birds on the wind above,
back and forth, back and forth,
back and forth, with the rhythm of the earth.

Her beautiful memories she kept in a box.
A box in her closet, inside it a lock. 
A lock of red hair from someone she knew,
from someone she loved when he was brand new.
 
She gave him her heart before he was born ,
she never thought twice, it was his all along. 

A little small shoe lay next to the lock,
and next to the shoe was a little small sock.
The sock to remind her of ten little toes.
The shoes to remind her that someday he'd go.

She gave him her heart, She knew he would break it.
She never thought twice, he'd need it to make it.

Last in the box was a photo of him,
his clothes all a mess, and that silly grin. 
She loved him now like she loved him then,
In her eyes he could do no sin.
 
She gave him her heart before he was born.
She never thought twice, it was his all along.
 
What beautiful memories he keeps in his heart,
the one that she gave him before he was born.