Song GROOVE DA PRAIA - Years

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
Lights will all appear
These will be the years

Grey dust now sparkle and gold and the best is yet to unfold
White heat found in comfort and cold and a heart is found in her soul
Her hands are 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
Lights will all appear
These will be the years