Year one was lots of fun
But nothin' lasts forever in my dreams
Two, I followed you
Because you knew the way or so it seemed
At three, I still believed
That we would be becoming destiny
At four l wanted more
But you were movin' on to better things
At twenty-five, and still alive
Much longer than expected for a man
At twenty-five, all hope has died
And the glass of my intentions turns to sand
And shatters in my hand
Five to six, a lie, a kiss
The secrets that were stirred we'd never say
Skipped to eight, we called it fate
To live to let us die another day
At nine, I saw the signs
Reflected in the barrel of a gun
Ten, we're here again
Those who loved me burned up in the sun
At twenty-five, and still alive
Much longer than expected for a man
At twenty-five, all hope has died
And the glass of my intentions turns to sand
And shatters in my hand
Shatters in my hand
From eleven-twelve, I held the future in my grasp
And all through my teens, I screamed that I may not live much past
Twenty-one, two, three, four
Twenty-one, two, three, four
Twenty-one, two, three, four
One
Two
Three
Four
At twenty-five, and still alive
Much longer than expected for a man
At twenty-five, all hope has died
And the glass of my intentions
The glass of my intentions
The glass of my intentions turns to sand
And shatters in my hand
Shatters in my hand
In my hand