Lyrics:

(a) Slipping Through My Fingers

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 Im
loosing her forever
and without really
entering her world
Im 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
Im 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
theres that odd
melancholy feeling
and a a sense of
guilt I cant deny
what happened to the
wonderful adventures
the places I had
planned for us to go
well some of that we did
but most we didnt
and why I just dont 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
Im 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 morning
waving goodbye
with an absent-minded smile


(b) Me And I

Sometimes when Im mad
theres a part of me
that seems to be a little sad
sometimes when I scream
theres a voice in me that says
you shouldnt be so mean
oh no, oh no
part of me is acting
while the other stands beside
yes, I am to myself
what Jekyll must have been to Hyde

Were like sun and rainy weather
sometimes were a hit together
me and I
gloomy moods and inspiration
were a funny combination
me and I
I dont think Im different
or in any way unique
think about yourself for a minute
and youll find the answer in it
everyones a freak

Sometimes I have toyed
with ideas that I got
from good old Dr Freud
nothing new of course
it may seem to you
I try to break through open doors
oh no, oh no
I just wanna say
a lot of that applies to me
cause its an explanation
to my split identity

Were like sun and rainy weather
sometimes were a hit together
me and I
gloomy moods and inspiration
were a funny combination
me and I
I dont think Im different
or in any way unique
think about yourself for a minute
and youll find the answer in it
everyones a freak