The sun hits like a bullet of faith and then suddenly I'm wide awake The fake bliss our apologies made was an enemy with no escape My hands were tied but now they're mine To *** onto desire and run away 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 Grey dust now sparkled in gold and the best is yet to unfold White heat finding comfort in cold and a heart was found in her soul Her hands were tied but now they're mine To *** 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, these will be the years The lights will all appear, these will be the years