Here, in my place and time
And here in my own skin
I can finally begin
Let the century pass me by
Standing under the night sky
Tomorrow means nothing

I, was only a child then
Feeling barely alive when
I heard a song from the speaker of a passing car
And prayed to a dying star
The memory's fading
I can almost remember singing
La la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la

We, watched the end of the century
Compressed on a tiny screen
A dead star collapsing and we could see
Something was ending
Are you through pretending?
We saw signs in the suburbs

You, could never predict it
That he could see through you
Kasparov, Deep Blue, 1996
Your mind's playing tricks now
Show is over, so take a bow
We're living in the shadows
La la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la

La la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la