Heart Grows Old Future Islands

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
And it breaks my mind in two
'Cause 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