I think I'm growing old in rings, like a tree.

Every living loop of Slover growing over with another part of me.

Every year, a new skin.

But still here, deep within:

A hundred lonely boys all reaching for a friend.

Grow old, grow old, grow old...

I'm sure I'm growing old in rings, like a tree.

Every year a little fatter, doesn't matter when you're growing next to me.

When I said "I do," I gave a hundred rings to you.

Now there's a hundred of you growing with me too.

When I said "I do," I gave a hundred rings to you.

Now there's a hundred Audreys here inside me too.

Grow old, grow old, grow old...

I think I'm growing old in rings, like a tree.....

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Background: I wrote this as a birthday present for my wife in 2019, to celebrate 12 years of marriage.