A travel through the past...

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 whats 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 shes gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I cant 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 whats 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...

( A song by ABBA.. It was in the movie mamma mia , every time I listen to it I cry.. in the movie she was singing it to her daughter on her wedding day, but even before reaching that day, look at how time is flying.. And slipping through my fingers...)