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 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