Years

The sun hits like a bullet of faith

And then suddenly I'm wide awake

Fake bliss, our apologies made

Was an enemy with no escape

 

My hands were tied

But now they're mine

So grab on to desire and run away

 

These will be the years

These will be the years

The lights will all appear

These will be the years

Years

 

Years

These will be the years

Years

 

Grey dust now sparkle in gold

And the best is yet to unfold

White heat found in comfort and cold

And a heart was found in her soul

 

Her hands were tied

But now they're mine

So grab on and wherever you'll go I'll go

 

These will be the years

These will be the years

The lights will all appear

These will be the years

Years

 

These will be the years

 

Years

These will be the years

Writer(s): Alessandro Rodolfo Lindblad, Matthew Bair, Samuel Watters, Matthew Koma

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