Y2k R.I.P.

Something special's in the air
We'll be-come historical
Merchandising superstition
A magic figure

We'll all be one
A wonder to the sun
Y2k is here
Thank god for his son

And they flew far away
Kneedeep in dust
As they walked upon the clouds
They looked above
And the twinkling bends of the rainbow
Lightened the horizon
When the rain poured down
They felt so warm together
When the lightnings blew
They felt so warm together
Is it fate or not?
Is it luck what we'll share?
Is it anything at all
Or is our spine aware?
No, this isn't truth
What would you call it anyway?