Years Ago - Matt Walters

Those silver statues on the hill

There's children playing up there still

And the broken bottles on the train

Almost bought you back again

Those endless hours

Summers drenched in gold

It was years ago

It was years ago

Like bulls running through the street

Your fathers records on repeat

Your spanish eyes and perfect skin

You opened the door and let me in

And my widened eyes would never see the same

It was years ago

It was years ago

Yesterday i made a truce

The past and future have no use

I lost my faith until i found

Things have a way of coming 'round

But this vision of your house

Will keep me warm

It was years ago

It was years ago

It was years ago

It was years ago