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
1995,
they call 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
