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 it 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
I’ll remember 1995
I’ll remember 1995
1995