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