Nineteen Ninety Nine Lyrics

Spring 1999

Thought it went well

Had a bad spell

But things are fine

Now we're holding hands

And we're the best of friends

The weight feels like the mood of trees

A reckoning of things we don't dare to perceive

But then I wake

And it's just a dream

The calculations of my brain misfiring

I'd be remiss without a mention

That I'd care less is it wasn't the intention

But what I think is you know

What you've been up to the most

And it's low