Alpaca Sports

Slipping Through My Fingertips

Album: Another Day [2025]
Author: Andreas Jonsson - Lisle Alexander Mitnik - Ian Leslie Catt © Elefant Publishing

Playing hide and seek on the streets of Michelangelo 
I always let you win, so you can say "I told you so"
We met on a midnight boat
You were wearing your cashmere coat

 

You're my kind of dream
You're my kind of dream
But the promises we made up on the night we kissed (those promises)
Are slipping through my fingertips (just slipped away)

 

Next to David's side we sat down on the cobblestones
Underneath the stars we were gazing at the Florence dome
On the Ponte Vecchio bridge, oh, my God
We had to run so quick hiding in the alley with the gold on your wrist

 

You're my kind of dream
You're my kind of dream
But the promises we made up on the night we kissed (those promises)
Are slipping through my fingers (just slipped away)

 

And I know this is the end
The hope I used to feel just isn't there no more (there no more)
I guess I should've known I only got myself to blame
I should've said something
That could give me back the chance I missed
Should've done something
Now you're slipping through my fingertips

 

You're my kind of dream
That dream my whole world is made of
But the promises we made up on the night we kissed (those promises)
Are slipping through my fingertips (just slipped away)

 

(Those promises just slipped away)
(Uh, uh)
Slipping through my fingertips