All Years Leaving

when your tired of the high life
of sunshine and diamonds
you've grown cold in your paridise
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
autum unfurling it's grace through the winter of all years leaving,

when your lost in the aching
of a lonley 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
autum unfurling it's grace through the winter of all years leaving.