Slipping Through My Fingers Lyrics - 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