Slipping Through My Fingers
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
- 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
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