Verse 1

You asked how many rooms she calls her own,

How many screens are glowing when she’s home.

I said I never learned her floor plan, love,

I only know the way she looks above

The little things she keeps beside the door,

The coat she leaves across the kitchen chair.

You asked me numbers; I remembered more—

Her quiet laugh, the way she tucks her hair.

Pre-Chorus

A house can hold a thousand things,

But none of them can tell

What makes a heart feel safe enough

To stay a little while.

Chorus

I don’t know how many rooms she has,

Or how many televisions light the walls.

I know she takes her tea with honey,