Letra de 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

[Coro]
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

[Coro]

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?