Heart Grows Old - Future Islands

Looking for something the Lord would make

Meters of sleep--buried under the neck

Bereave animal dreams, instinct — to keep you

Instance — to bleed you

Instinct

Saturday folds, by the time I put my wishing words away

The sound of an old door laughing

Creaks to signal

Your wishing words were saved

The heart grows old

The heart grows old with you

No one in this world could hope to take your place

The heart grows old

The heart grows old and rues

The end of our days

The heart grows old with you

And it breaks my mind in two

Because I know--and you know

That it was never meant to be

Baby I was just too young

To appreciate all of your seams

Now I’m cutting myself

Watching you cutting yourself

Bleeding myself

The heart grows old

The heard grows old and rues

The end of our days, the heart grows old with you

The heart grows old

The heart grows old and croons

Into the blue--the heart grows old with you

Save me, save me from loving you always

Save me, save me from loving you always

Save me, save me from loving you always

Save me, save me from loving you always