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
So 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 yearsYears
These will be the years
Years
Grey dust now sparkle and gold and
The best is yet to unfold
Why heat found in comfort and cold
And a heart was found in her soul
Her hands were tied
But now they're mine
So grab on and where ever you'll go
I'll go
These will be the years
These will be the years
The lights will all appear
These will be the yearsThese will be the yearsThese will be the years
These will be the years
The lights will all appear
These will be the years
Songwriters
DENNIS W. MORGAN, RHONDA KYE FLEMINGPublished by
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