Slipping Through My Fingers
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 and the breakfast table
Barely awake
I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone
There's that odd melancholy feeling
And the sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to those wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
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
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
Schoolbag in hand
She leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye
With an absent-minded smile
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 and the breakfast table
Barely awake
I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone
There's that odd melancholy feeling
And the sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to those wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
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
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
Schoolbag in hand
She leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye
With an absent-minded smile
Credits
Writer(s): Benny Goran Bror Andersson, Bjoern K. Ulvaeus
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