I want to grow old with you
And yet still see those eyes through the haze in my own
To see those lips make “that face”
To see that face sparkle in the candlelit room.
 
I want to grow old with you
And hear your voice through the avalanche of sound
Or through the deafening sound of silence
As long as that is the only sound I can hear.
 
I want to grow old with you
To know at the end that I spent each loving moment with you
Arm in arm, hand in hand
Forever knowing, forever growing…