I saw you making celebrations
At your breakfast on the table
With a flask full to your lips
Not foreboding  joy of living  joy of giving
Before tomorrow comes  before tomorrow comes
And all the cartwheels through your past nap
After breakfast in the garden
With the flask full to your lips
Fall forever  not foreboding  joy of living  joy in giving
Before tomorrow comes  before tomorrow comes
Now you need this more than ever
As you see fit after dinner
With the flask felt on your lips
All the pie-charts now become clear
Gone forever  not foreboding  full of living  joy in giving
Before tomorrow comes  before tomorrow comes