"More" lyrics

"More"

We agree
Sunday's meant for staying home watching TV
When you cook, I pour the wine and set the scene
Perfect team
But there's one thing we compete about
And we go 'round and 'round
So let's settle this right now

When I say I love you more
I mean more than our very worst fight
Even more than I think that I'm right
New York or the West Shore
No keeping score but I love you more
Than the mornings we don't get enough sleep
Kids are crying, we're still chasing kid dreams
You say you love me
Baby, I love you more

And we agree
That we'll have to disagree about some things
Like if we should have one dog or maybe three
Guess we'll see
And I know you like to win
But baby, I got this one down
So let's settle it right now

When I say I love you more
I mean more than our very worst fight
Even more than I think that I'm right
New York or the West Shore
No keeping score but I love you more
Than the mornings we don't get enough sleep
Kids are crying, we're still chasing kid dreams
You say you love me
Baby, I love you more

In fifty years, I'll feel the same
We'll tell our kids about this day
How right here in this moment
I never loved you more
Baby, I love you more


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