There's a bible on the shelf by a new pack a cigarettes
There's a photo on the fridge of a family that's perfect
But the wall full of crosses in the dining room
They've heard every argument we got into
There's a bible on the shelf by a new pack a cigarettes
I didn't know I'd be
More than the things you see
And it wasn't easy, in the beginning, getting to know me
Sometimes I can't see
Past all the good, the bad and the growing
But the laughing, the living, the stories that can't be sold
They're more than a house holds
There's a house on the market in my old neighborhood
With a fresh coat of paint and brand new hardwood
But there's pencil lines hiding on an old door frame
That can tell you how tall I was when I turned eight
There's a house on the market in my old neighborhood
Well, I didn't know I'd be
More than the things you see
And it wasn't easy, in the beginning, getting to know me
Sometimes I can't see
Past all the good, the bad and the growing
But the laughing, the living, the stories that can't be sold
They're more than a house holds
More than, more than a house
More than
More than a house holds
More than, more than a house
More than a house holds
My first steps on the kitchen floor
My first kiss outside the front door
My first drink even though I swore
That I would never tell
I didn't know I'd be
More than the things you see
And it wasn't easy, in the beginning, getting to know me
Sometimes I can't see
Past all the good, the bad and the growing
But the laughing, the living, the stories that can't be sold
They're more than a house holds
More than, more than a house
More than
More than a house holds
More than, more than a house
More than a house holds
More than, more than a house
More than
More than a house holds
More than, more than a house
More than a house holds