There’s a picture on my desk
from the first night we kissed,
you wore my favorite red dress.
There’s a stain on the rug,
from the last fight we had,
we spilled wine, and the night was done.
We’ve hung frames on these walls,
fought and screamed in this hall.
Love’s built on treasures and grace,
pictures and stains.
On that day in the church,
preacher said it’d be work,
but I promised not to give up.
See, I gave you my vow.
I won’t let you down.
I want the good, I want the bad.
We’ve hung frames on these walls,
fought and screamed in this hall.
Love’s built on treasures and grace,
pictures and stains.
I can’t carry much,
just give me your love,
and I’ll carry that to my grave.
We’ve hung frames on these walls,
fought and screamed in this hall.
I love you more every day.
We’ve hung frames on these walls,
fought and screamed in this hall.
Love’s built on treasures and grace,
pictures and stains.