| I saw you making celebrations, at your breakfast on the table | |
| with the flask full to your lips here, not verboten | |
| joy of living, joy in giving | |
| for tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comes | |
| and all the cartwheels through your past met, after breakfast in the garden | |
| now the flask moves to your lips here, full forever not verboten, | |
| joy of living, joy in giving | |
| for tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comes | |
| now you need this more than ever, as you see fit after dinner | |
| with the flask split on your lips here, and the pie charts now become clear | |
| gone forever, not verboten, joy of living, joy in giving | |
| for tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comes | |
| for tomorrow |