Slipping through my hands - ABBA
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of
that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling
that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm
glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really
see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps
on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our
eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go
by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense
of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The
places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every
minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do
I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny
tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers
Slipping through my
fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early
morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile