[Verse]
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

[Chorus]
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until

[Verse]
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

[Chorus]
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until

[Verse]
Quilted in our hands
And keeping you tucked in too deep
Struck in the shot of two
Twenty-four hours in June
[Outro]
Will you wait until tomorrow?