Year one
Was lots of fun,
But nothing lasts forever in my dreams.
And two
I followed you,
Because you knew the way or so it seemed.
And three
I still believed
That we would be becoming destiny.
And four
I wanted more
But you were moving 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 to fate
To live, to let us die another day.
And 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.
From eleven, twelve I held the future in my grasp,
And all through my teens I screamed 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.
