Lyrics Years - Acoustic - 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
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
White dust now sparkling gold
And the best is yet to unfold
White heat finding comfort 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
These will be the years
These will be the years