(B. Andersson, B. Ulvæus)<br />
We take so much for granted, he and I<br />
We share a life in one dimension<br />
Our problems always seem to cloud the sky<br />
But we don't pay them much attention<br />
And with every day<br />
We drift apart<br />
I can feel it in my heart<br />
That man is not the man I used to know<br />
And though a part of me still needs him so<br />
There's something wrong<br />
And I feel my love die<br />
Slowly, slowly<br />
No angry words and no heart-rending scenes<br />
And we should take it as a warning<br />
We keep on going through the old routines<br />
Exchanging kisses in the morning<br />
And with every day we drift apart<br />
And the fear is in my heart<br />
I read the signs and I should be mature<br />
And yet a child could not be more unsure<br />
There's something wrong<br />
And I feel my love die<br />
Slowly, slowly<br />
Our passion's just a distant memory<br />
And in it's place a dull frustration<br />
A cold indifference where there used to be<br />
At least a frequent irritation<br />
But a feeling still<br />
Of tenderness<br />
And of pity, so I guess<br />
I'll be the woman in his arms tonight<br />
If he should need someone to hold him tight<br />
He's like a child<br />
But I feel my love die<br />
Slowly<br />
That man is not the man I used to know<br />
And though a part of me still needs him so<br />
There's something wrong<br />
And I feel my love die<br />
Slowly, slowly<br />
Slowly, slowly<br />
Slowly, slowly<br />
Slowly, slowly<br />
Rafael Nogueira - abba@certto.com.br