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
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 sparking gold
And the best is yet to unfold
White heat finding confort in cold
And her heart was found in her soul

My 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