Slipping Through My Fingers

　　Slipping Through My Fingers - 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