Meryl Streep, Amanda Seyfried

Schoolbag in hand,
she leaves home in the early morning,
Waving goodbye with an absent-mined smile
I watch her go
with a surge of that well-kown 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 happend 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 did'nt
And why I just don't know

Sliping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Sliping 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

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early moring
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile