Lyrics
As i sit and watch the old man and the children, like so many nights before
something breaks whenever one of them is crying
Soaring like the flight of birds, and her hand is so warm and so confident and sandy
soon the shadows will be falling
til his key is in the door
As i sit and watch the old man and the children, looking back as we leave
and it s time to go home
I m amazed at all his words, and her hand is so warm and so confident and sandy
And i ll spend another night, lately i ve a constant need to see them happy, there s a cold and lonely feeling running through me it is late in the day and the air is getting chilly
my sisters youngest daughter
and her hand is so warm and so confident and sandy
Waiting for the morning light, like so many nights before, til his key is in the door
but the sparrows remain and as ever keep on searching
til his key is in the door
There s a cold and lonely feeling running through me it is late in the day and the air is getting chilly, waiting for the morning light, soaring like the flight of birds
But the message they can bring, where the whales have ceased to sing, i can see the bench is empty
Giggles ringing in the air like clear blue water, like so many nights before Whales, til his key is in the door
Soaring like the flight of birds, waiting for the morning light
sitting on a bench beside the childrens playground
Making ripples in an ocean, waiting for the morning light The, waiting for the morning light
I can see the bench is empty, there s a cold and lonely feeling running through me it is late in the day and the air is getting chilly
Soon the shadows will be falling, waiting for the morning light Josefin, making ripples in an ocean
Waiting for the morning light, there s a cold and lonely feeling running through me it is late in the day and the air is getting chilly
My sisters youngest daughter, like so many nights before
Like so many nights before, and her hand is so warm and so confident and sandy
Making ripples in an ocean, is the flutter of a wing
Soaring like the flight of birds, where the whales have ceased to sing
Is the flutter of a wing, soon the shadows will be falling
where the whales have ceased to sing
My sisters youngest daughter, and her hand is so warm and so confident and sandy To, i can see the bench is empty
and her hand is so warm and so confident and sandy
lately i ve a constant need to see them happy
Soaring like the flight of birds, is the flutter of a wing, soon the shadows will be falling
Til his key is in the door, making ripples in an ocean, and her hand is so warm and so confident and sandy
There s an old man throwing breadcrumbs to the sparrows, but the message they can bring, is the flutter of a wing
There s a cold and lonely feeling running through me it is late in the day and the air is getting chilly, my sisters youngest daughter
And he nods and he smiles as he hears the careless laughter, but the sparrows remain and as ever keep on searching, i m amazed at all his words
Is the flutter of a wing, down the slide she comes, down the slide she comes
Sitting on a bench beside the childrens playground, and he nods and he smiles as he hears the careless laughter Have, where the whales have ceased to sing
soaring like the flight of birds
And it s time to go home, soaring like the flight of birds
My sisters youngest daughter, is the flutter of a wing
looking back as we leave
soon the shadows will be falling
Where the whales have ceased to sing, and he nods and he smiles as he hears the careless laughter, making ripples in an ocean
but the message they can bring
something breaks whenever one of them is crying
And her hand is so warm and so confident and sandy, where the whales have ceased to sing
down the slide she comes
i m amazed at all his words
And i ll spend another night, looking back as we leave Where, down the slide she comes
Giggles ringing in the air like clear blue water, and i ll spend another night
My sisters youngest daughter, i m amazed at all his words, i m amazed at all his words
But the sparrows remain and as ever keep on searching, but the message they can bring, my sisters youngest daughter
There s a cold and lonely feeling running through me it is late in the day and the air is getting chilly, til his key is in the door
