All Years Leaving - The Stands

When your tired of the high life

Of sunshine and diamonds

You’ve grown cold in your paradise

You are still the same

You are still the same

You were born in the light of the first rays of summer

Spawned from the kiss of the last breath of spring

Autumn unfurling, it’s grace through the winter of all years leaving

When your lost in the aching

Of a lonely awakening

That the truth has been forsaken

You are still the same

You are still the same

You were born in the light of the first rays of summer

Spawned from the kiss of the last breath of spring

Autumn unfurling, it’s grace through the winter of all years leaving