| Song | Grow A New Heart |
| Artist | Jesse Sykes & the Sweet Hereafter |
| Album | Oh, My Girl |
| Could you grow a new heart | |
| And could you run the distance | |
| In the time that it takes | |
| Before it all fell apart? | |
| We fell through the cracks | |
| Stole the sheets and burned the maps | |
| Watched the smoke fly from the stacks | |
| Before it all fell apart | |
| Particles on the fringe | |
| There’s a heaviness, this stillness brings | |
| Those twisted palms, oh how they swing | |
| Telling tales, young breathless things | |
| Things that move on | |
| Left wandering where the mystery’s gone | |
| We made it ’cross that frozen pond | |
| Before it all fell apart |
| Could you grow a new heart | |
| And could you run the distance | |
| In the time that it takes | |
| Before it all fell apart? | |
| We fell through the cracks | |
| Stole the sheets and burned the maps | |
| Watched the smoke y from the stacks | |
| Before it all fell apart | |
| Particles on the fringe | |
| There' s a heaviness, this stillness brings | |
| Those twisted palms, oh how they swing | |
| Telling tales, young breathless things | |
| Things that move on | |
| Left wandering where the mystery' s gone | |
| We made it ' cross that frozen pond | |
| Before it all fell apart |