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
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
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning, waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
Slipping through my fingers all the time, Mamma mia.
- Toda representación artística relacionada con el crecimiento me hace llorar. Lloro con ese tipo de llanto auténtico, ninguna lagrimita mediocre, sino un torrencial de lágrimas saladas silenciosas. Últimamente estoy asquerosamente cursi.
Yo también lloro por las canciones, pero no hay llanto más auténtico que el de las películas, ese llanto que me dura hasta cuando los créditos ya han terminado, ese llanto que me hace querer retroceder la película para seguir llorando ahahah.
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