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