These will be the years The lights will all appear But now they're mine 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

No apologies I never thought you'd be so Easily deceived Now I'll just hang my head (falling further out of place) Along with the dead (don't know what/why I can't replace) But not with this So now I'll leave with Today is too late How long do we have to

Hell, that's alright with me I like whiskey and tight denim On good-hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see Everybody knows I like whiskey Preferably

Summer comes To multiply To multiply! I'm the Carnival of Peace I'll probably start a fleet With no apologies And the Carnival of Scenes It grows more and more appealing

These will be the years The lights will all appear But now they're mine 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 So grab on to desire and run away