Nada Surf. Ice Box. Zeneszám

stay until you're sure that i'm asleep
warm safe and very still
give all my things away
just wait until tomorrow
every afternoon
i wasted being mad at you
the things i never said
the things i can't say tomorrow
after death
i'll think of you somehow
i'll have an eternity
to think about tomorrow
bury me in sorrow
cover me in joy