Matthew Koma - Years - acoustic lyrics

The sun hits like a Bullet of faith And then suddenly I'm wild awake A fake bliss Of 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 Sparkling gold and The best is Yet to unfold White heat finding Comfort in cold And the heart was Found in her soul Her 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 (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