A night to believe
To touch on your tongue
A lover to slow you down
To see by the moon
Like robins in rain
And want what the world's holding out

Years to burn, years to burn
Breezes that die and rise
Years to burn, years to burn
Our tears hold the light in our eyes

A night to be born
And another to find
The music across the street
A friend in its arms
Their breath in the cold
Disappears like a snake in the weeds

Years to burn, years to burn
Breezes that die and rise
Years to burn, years to burn
Our tears hold the light in our eyes

Our tears hold the light in our eyes

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Samuel Ervin Beam