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