Millennium Surge
(yeah, yeah)
Flip the phone and check the screen Dialing numbers from a
magazine Low-rise denim
on the passenger
side We got all afternoon to take a ride Static buzz
on the stereo sound Turn the volume up until the walls come
down
Counting down the seconds on a mini-disc track
(three, two, one) There is no turning back
Caught in the year two thousand rush
Colors in the air like a holographic crush Spinning around till the
sky turns pink
Moving so fast we don't have to think
(oh yeah,
don't think twice) Caught in the year two thousand rush
Silver glitter on the collarbone No reception,
nobody's home Cassette tape tangled in the glove box door Dancing out
across the linoleum floor Can you
feel that static in the air tonight?
Everything is sparkling in the flashbulb light
Counting down the seconds on a mini-disc track
(tick tick tick) There is no turning back
Caught in the year two thousand rush
Colors in the air like a holographic crush Spinning around till the
sky turns pink
Moving so fast we don't have to think
(moving so fast!) Caught in the year two thousand rush
Freezing in time, looking through the lens
Promise this feeling never really ends (never ends,
no)
Caught in the year two thousand rush
Colors in the air like a holographic crush (like a holographic crush!)
Spinning around till the sky turns pink
Moving so fast we don't have to think (yeah,
yeah!) Caught in the year two thousand rush
(yeah,
millennium)
Caught in the rush