A   Em
Years
 G              D
These will be the years
 A   Em   G   D
Years

 A                  Em
The sun hits like a bullet of faith
          G                D
And then suddenly I'm wide awake
 A                  Em
Fake bliss, our apologies made
        G              D
Was an enemy with no escape

  A           Em
My hands were tied
    G          D
But now they're mine
A              Em         G   D
So grab on to desire and run away

 A            Em
These will be the years
 G            D
These will be the years
 A            Em
The lights will all appear
 G            D
These will be the years

 A             Em
Grey dust now sparkle and gold and
     G              D
The best is yet to unfold
 A                  Em
Why heat found in comfort and cold
         G                   D
And a heart was found in her soul
 A               Em
Her hands were tied
   G                D
But now they're mine
 A               Em
So grab on and where ever you'll go
  G   D
I'll go

 A            Em
These will be the years
 G            D
These will be the years
 A            Em
The lights will all appear
 G            D
These will be the years