Eu Não Tenho um Barco, Disse a Árvore

Leave it for later
What no longer needs to wait
And everything that couldn't be fixed
Because of what comes after

There's no way around it
We always expect things to get worse
We always neglect
What we already have in hand

But it's unintentional
Unintentional

So, there it is
Our chorus, there it is

Leave it for later
What no longer needs to be left
Moving the same things around
The right thing to do
And saying you just wanted to rest
From who we ourselves chose to be

Unintentionally
It's always unintentional

So, there it is
Our chorus, there it is

Without grace, without grace, without grace, without grace

So, there it is
Well then, there it is