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 the year the future was to arrive
But back in 1995
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