1995

Windows 95, you’re long gone, but I’m still alive I’ve gone so far, not even knowing how I suppose the world is so much smaller now The plans that you made when you still had the time I’ve saved all the things that you left behind But by now I guess I’d consider them all mine Windows 95 is only a metaphor for what I feel inside Although I’m older now, there’s still an emptiness That’s never letting go somehow Have you ever walked into what seemed to be somebody else’s dream? And though the time won’t let you pass It keeps you looking through the glass Looking through the glass 1995, they call it the year the future was to arrive But back in '95, we thought we were standing On the threshold to the end of time (And we still do) So what’s wrong with living in the past? It just happens to be the place I saw you last And what’s wrong with living in a dream? That one day the echo answers deep inside of me I’ll remember 1995 I’ll remember 1995 I’ll remember 1995 I’ll remember 1995 1995