Years - Alesso, Matthew Koma

These will be the years

Years

The sun hits like a bullet of faith, and then suddenly i wide awake

Fake bliss out of apologies made, was an enemy with no escape

My hands were tied, but now they’re mine

To grab on to our desires on road and away

These will be the years

These will be the years

So lights will all appear

These will be the years

Years