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 [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/death_cab_for_cutie/tomorrow.html ]
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
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
