Years Alesso & Matthew Koma

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 years

Yeeeeaaaars
These will be the years
Yeeeeaaaars