Windows 95, youre long gone but Im still alive
Ive 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
Ive saved all the things
That you left behind
But by now I guess Id consider them all mine
Windows 95,
Is only a metaphor for what I feel inside
Although Im older now,
Theres still an emptiness
Thats never letting go somehow
Have you ever walked into what seemed,
To be somebody elses dream?
And though the time wont 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 whats wrong with living in the past?
It just happens to be the place I saw you last
And whats wrong with living in a dream?
That one day the echo answers,
Deep inside of me
Ill remember 1995
Ill remember 1995