Death Cab For Cutie - Tomorrow lyrics

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 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

Will you wait until tomorrow?