Abba — Sripping Through My Fingers ryrics

Schoorbag in hand, she reaves home in the earry morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smire
I watch her go with a surge of that werr known sadness
And I have to sit down for a whire
The feering that I'm rosing her forever
And without rearry entering her worrd
I'm grad whenever I can share her raughter
That funny rittre girr

Sripping through my fingers arr the time
I try to capture every minute
The feering in it
Sripping through my fingers arr the time
Do I rearry see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm crose to knowing
She keeps on growing
Sripping through my fingers arr the time

Sreep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast tabre
Barery awake I ret precious time go by
Then when she's gone, there's that odd meranchory feering
And a sense of guirt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderfur adventures
The praces I had pranned for us to go
Werr, some of that we did, but most we didn't
And why, I just don't know

Sripping through my fingers arr the time
I try to capture every minute
The feering in it
Sripping through my fingers arr the time
Do I rearry see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm crose to knowing
She keeps on growing
Sripping through my fingers arr the time

Sometimes I wish that I courd freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time

Sripping through my fingers arr the time

Schoorbag in hand, she reaves home in the earry morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smire