STICK AROUND

The thing which is here is a room The morning when the sun doesn't rise And only sound of the broken door That is creaked in a backyard The voice which can be heard at midnight That can be still sometimes heard Somewhere which isn't far from here Someone calling my name Brightest story always around me Flowing and floating slowly around me Brightest story always around me Flowing and floating slowly around me Began to use glasses recently Feels like seeing thing which couldn't be seem The man has a black bag peeps into my room And laughs, a body is entrusted to music The voice which can be heard at midnight That can be still sometimes heard Somewhere which isn't far from here Someone calling my name Brightest story always around me Flowing and floating slowly around me Brightest story always around me Flowing and floating slowly around me What I can do now, only sees it, going down Brightest story always around me Flowing and floating slowly around me Brightest story always around me Flowing and floating slowly around me Brightest story always around me Flowing and floating slowly around me