Years - Radio Edit

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 sparkle and gold and

The best is yet to unfold

Why 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

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