They said visitors are a gift
It can come and go
But it can always go back like a family
Sometimes a friend that we'd grow with
But I always wonder who's the one
Who's always staring outside the window
Away from the crowd
Who's always waiting at the door
I once decided to accompany it
But it's shy to play with me
Like a tall guy who's afraid to speak
It never showed its face
In a black cape
He once visited again
But this time I saw my uncle open the door
But I wonder who's the one sleeping on the couch