Hes a twentieth century boy
With his hands on the rails
Trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow
London ice cracks on a seamless line
Hes hanging on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow
Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la (x3)
Holding on for tomorrow
...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...
Shes a twentieth century girl
With her hands on the wheel
Trying not to make him sick again
Seeing what she can borrow
Londons so nice back in your seamless rhymes
But were were lost on the westway
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow
Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la (x3)
Holding on for tomorrow
Trying not to be sick again
And holding for tomorrow
Shes a twentieth century girl
Hanging on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow
Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la (x3)
Holding on for tomorrow
Jim stops and gets out the car,
Goes to a house in emperors gate,
Through the door and to his room,
Then he puts the tv on,
Turns it off and makes some tea,
Says modern life is rubbish im
Holding on for tomorrow,
Then susan comes into the room,
Shes a naughty girl with a lovely smile,
Says lets take a drive to primrose hill,
Its windy there and the views so nice,
London ice can freeze your toes
Like anyone I suppose
Im
Holding on for tomorrow..