Boa Hora

Look who's coming
Before the day arrives
Thought comes and brings
Who left and shouldn't have

Who told you it was time to leave
Good time is always time to come back
To leave is always time to come here
I've lost track of the time to wait

Took my heart
And put it in the suitcase
Weighed in your hand
And left in your room

I've lost all joy
And lost track of time
You said you would come
And I say it's taking too long