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