death cab for cutie
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]