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, I 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 served we'd never say
Skip 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 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