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 nowThe plans that you made
When you still had the time
I've saved all the things
That you left behindBut by now I guess I'd consider them all mineWindows 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 somehowHave 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 glass1995
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 meI'll remember 1995
I'll remember 1995
I'll remember 1995
I'll remember 1995
1995