Mike & The Mechanics: A house of many rooms

There may be some things about me Things you don't want to hear For the rumours that precede me May be very true I fear They tell you I will deceive you I don't know how to care Though my intentions might be good There's another darker look beware When you walk through the door Hang on to your senses At best you must assume It's a house of many rooms Some rooms are filled with pleasure Laughter and love and light All the things you never see I keep under lock and key at night When you walk through the door Hang on to your senses At best you must assume It's a house of many rooms If you love me in the light Love me in the shadow I'm afraid you must assume It's a house of many rooms A house of many rooms It's a house that's so unstable There are those who recommend If they'd the strength and they were able It ought to be condemned I don't agree but I will warn you At best you must assume I live in a house of many rooms Here I'm in the library Trying to understand What empowers this behaviour Degenerates the man The same apartment later With the bottle half consumed I see a house of many rooms In the parlour I'm your father Who could ask for more The bedroom compromise me With your best friend from next door In the kitchen being honest The lounge a lying tongue Locked in the bathroom Pretending to be young The chapel finds me kneeling Praying for my soul The painting in the attic Can't prevent me growing old Help me live forever Silent as a tomb I live in a house of many rooms Join me at the dining table Join me at the feast Join me in the stable I'm laying with the beast You're walking in the garden Oblivious who'd know? I'm in the cellar ready to explode