� � This, this will be the year, this � � � Sun hits like a bullet of fate � � 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 � � To *** onto desire and run away � � These will be the years, these will be the years � � The nights will all appear, these will be the years � � � � � � �
