Lyrics:

Believe in me, im sad and blueLeft with nothing but a pictureThird or fourth weekend in JuneDecember seems to come too soonWill you wait until tomorrow?Will you wait untilHead is swirling with the sceneOf you and him embraced in ruptureDirty trying to come cleanBut every thought I have's obsceneWill you wait until tomorrow?Will you wait untilQuilted in our handsAnd keeping you tucked in too deepStruck in the shot of twoTwenty-four hours in JuneWill you wait until tomorrow?Will you wait until tomorrow?Will you wait until tomorrow?Will you wait until tomorrow?[sorry if a few lines are wrong, but I did it by ear]-Chris B.