[Grand Piano, monumental] [Verse 1] Yesterday cookies in the oven, Paper all over, gifts were in motion, Crumbs on my sweater, pine needles near, And Grandma's laughter ringing too clear. Today confetti in the stairwell, Rockets in the hall, can’t understand it all. Fridge full of leftover goose, no use, While someone's found the party blues. Today confetti in the stairwell's cheer, Rockets in the hall, what’s happening here? Fridge packed with leftover goose, such a plight, And someone's already discovered last night's plight. [Chorus] Yesterday Christmas Today already New Year's Day Day after tomorrow Christmas comes around again Say Who shuffled the calendar away? Everything blinks Everything speeds No one knows What truly leads Between fondue and marzipan treats Who holds onto time, who keeps? Yesterday was Christmas, today the year's end, I'm searching for the thread, but the days just pretend. Everything spins, everything falls, Everything sticks in tinsel halls. And I wonder now, Was it really slower once, somehow? [guitar clean solo with sustained notes and doom feeling, sacred, monumental] [Verse 2] Yesterday photos with a crooked star bright, Candles dripping on Grandma's cloth, what a sight. Children who scream just filled with joy's shout, And me in pajamas with a full belly out. Today we make lists of resolutions again, Exercise, patience, less mobile phone pain. Yet between fondue and sparklers’ glow, I forget them once more, but isn't that in the flow? [Chorus] Yesterday was Christmas Now it's New Year's Day, The day after tomorrow, Christmas returns, I say, Who shuffled the calendar, gone astray? Everything blinks, Everything races, No one knows What now embraces. Between fondue and marzipan sweets, Who holds time still, who keeps? [guitar clean solo with sustained notes and doom feeling, sacred, monumental] Yesterday was Christmas, Now the year's at end, I'm seeking the thread, But the days just pretend. Everything spins, Everything falls, Everything sticks in tinsel halls. And my hope, so sincere, Is you'll stay with me when the next fest is near (hey!) [Grand Piano, monumental] [Outro] Who keeps the time? Not gone yet. Yesterday was Christmas, now New Year's fret. I'm searching for the thread, the days mock and play, Everything spins, everything sways. Everything sticks to tinsel's bright thread, And my hope is you'll stay, When the next fest is to be said (hey!) [guitar clean solo with sustained notes and doom feeling, sacred, monumental] [Grand Piano, monumental] [stay muted for 3 seconds, then end, fade out]
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