The sun is beaming down on me,
I’m messed up. I’m broken,
I’ve been catching them all morning,
And the sun is beaming down on me.
The sun beams down on me as I count the number of times disappointment attacked me spiritually,
As I count the times hurt captured me and wouldn’t let go,
As I count the number of times I needed to be rescued,
And that day remained invisible,
For the moments I cried were numerous,
Champagne in my teardrops,
Every teardrop that ever fell upon my face,
I sit here and enjoy champagne thinking about the good times,
And the teardrops continue to fall,
For there is champagne in my teardrops as the sun beams down on me.