The CHills, House with a hundred rooms

House with a hundred rooms

The Chills, House with a hundred rooms

Thunderwarm autumn winds blow,
Their inevitable decay to trees that know
In fresh summer shade where the leaf let go

But just standing still in twilight gloom,
By my house with a hundred rooms, 
The lights are for the likes of you.

'Cause somewhere along the way,
The strength of the sunlight waned
Waves of clouds passed until one stayed

But there's corridors of times to view,
In my house with a hundred rooms,
And breathing space for me and you.

Cartwheels through the halls, 
Swimming and drawing on walls
Gibberish tunes and dancing, giggling spring time calls

Then melting down and talk with you,
In my house with a hundred rooms.
Converse away the years we've passed through.

Now summer's steady fire burns well
But the human that the house fits into
And the leaf that fell are doing well too.

This song is a gem. Thanks!