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 [Chorus] Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until Head is swirling with the scene Of you and him embraced in rapture Dirty trying to come clean But every thought I have is obscene [Chorus] 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?