Tomorrow

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