years

Matthew Koma

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
These will be the years
Years

Grey dust now sparkling 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 where ever 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

These will be the years
These will be the years
The lights will all appear
These will be the years