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