Years

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 --- Years - Alesso and Matthew Koma