Where The Whales Have Ceased To Sing - Josefin Nilsson

There’s an old man throwing breadcrumbs to the sparrows

Sitting on a bench beside the childrens playground

And he nods and he smiles as he hears the careless laughter

As I sit and watch the old man and the children

There’s a cold and lonely feeling running through me It is late in the day and the air is getting chilly

And it’s time to go home, soon the shadows will be falling

And I’ll spend another night

Waiting for the morning light

Like so many nights before, 'til his key is in the door

I’m amazed at all his words

Soaring like the flight of birds

But the message they can bring

Is the flutter of a wing

Making ripples in an ocean

Where the whales have ceased to sing

Down the slide she comes, my sisters youngest daughter

Giggles ringing in the air like clear blue water

And her hand is so warm and so confident and sandy

Lately I’ve a constant need to see them happy

Something breaks whenever one of them is crying

Looking back as we leave, I can see the bench is empty

But the sparrows remain and as ever keep on searching

And I’ll spend another night

Waiting for the morning light

Like so many nights before, 'til his key is in the door

I’m amazed at all his words

Soaring like the flight of birds

But the message they can bring

Is the flutter of a wing

Making ripples in an ocean

Where the whales have ceased to sing