Future Islands - Heart grows old
Looking for something the lord would make,Meters of sleep--buried under the neckBereave animal dreams, instinct to keep youInstance to bleed youInstinctSaturday folds, by the time I put my wishing words awayThe sound of an old door laughingCreaks to signalYour wishing words were savedThe heart grows oldThe heart grows old with youNo one in this world could hope to take your placeThe heart grows oldThe heart grows old and ruesThe end of our daysThe heart grows old with youAnd it breaks my mind in twoBecause I know--and you knowThat it was never meant to beBaby I was just too youngTo appreciate all of your seamsNow I'm cutting myselfWatching you cutting yourselfBleeding myselfThe heart grows oldThe heard grows old and ruesThe end of our days, the heart grows old with youThe heart grows oldThe heart grows old and croonsInto the blue--the heart grows old with youSave me, save me from loving you alwaysSave me, save me from loving you alwaysSave me, save me from loving you alwaysSave me, save me from loving you always
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