Shake the cold from your toes, and let the east coast walk you home, shake the cold from your heart, if at all, and let it fall, it takes a lot to make a heart a home to love and it takes a lot to love your own, but I didn’t even get your name when you walked on by, but I held your eyes so you held mine, hoping you would stop so I could ask you the simple things –
Do you love the ocean and could you love the ocean with me,
Cause I’ll be yours ( X 4) These are the simple things, and I want you These are the simple things, my love, my love.