Slipping Through My Fingers - Agnetha Faltskog

School bag 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
Loosin 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
Well some of that we did
But most we didn't
And why I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers

Sometimes I wish
That I could freeze
The picture
And save it from
The funny tricks of time

Schoolbag in hand
She leaves home
In the early morning
Waving goodbye
With an absent-minded smile