Two Houses

High on my hill
The weather is changeable
Tricky winds make forecasting
Mostly wrong
But I stand stock still
Constant, whitewashed, amiable
These four thick walls have stood here
For quite some time
Are you still awake
Can you send me a sign
Make my timbers shake
And tell the world you're mine
And high on your hill
You stand tall and well-preserved
And your days are corseted and functional
I wish I could fill
All your empty rooms with flowers
And light a candle on each windowsill
Are you still awake
Can you give me a sign
Don't make the big mistake
Of thinking my light's dying
'Cause I'm only on this hill
And I'm biding my time
I'm waiting for you still
To let me know you're mine