Tomorrow

Believe in me, I'm sad and blue Left with nothing but a picture Third or fourth weekend in June December seems to come too soon Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until Head is swirling with the scene Of you and him embraced in rupture Dirty trying to come clean But every thought I have's obscene Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until Quilted in our hands And keeping you tucked in too deep Struck in the shot of two Twenty-four hours in June Will you wait until tomorrow? [Repeat: x4]