(B. Andersson, B. Ulvus)

We take so much for granted, he and I

We share a life in one dimension

Our problems always seem to cloud the sky

But we don't pay them much attention

And with every day

We drift apart

I can feel it in my heart

That man is not the man I used to know

And though a part of me still needs him so

there's something wrong

And I feel my love die

Slowly, slowly

No angry words and no heart-rending scenes

And we should take it as a warning

We keep on going through the old routines

Exchanging kisses in the morning

And with every day we drift apart

And the fear is in my heart

I read the signs and I should be mature

And yet a child could not be more unsure

there's something wrong

And I feel my love die

Slowly, slowly

Our passion's just a distant memory

And in its place a dull frustration

A cold indifference where there used to be

At least a frequent irritation

But a feeling still

Of tenderness

And of pity, so I guess

I'll be the woman in his arms tonight

If he should need someone to hold him tight

He's like a child

But I feel my love die

Slowly

That man is not the man I used to know

And though a part of me still needs him so

there's something wrong

And I feel my love die

Slowly, slowly

Slowly, slowly

Slowly, slowly

Slowly, slowly

Rafael Nogueira - abba@certto.com.br