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