Years (Acoustic)

The sun hits like a

bullet of faith

and then suddenly

I'm wild awake

a fake bliss

of apologies made

was an enemy

with no escape

my hands were tied

but now they're mine

to 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 finding

comfort in cold

and the heart was

found in her soul

her hands were tied

but now they're mine

to grab on

and wherever you 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.