The Stands all years leaving

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