Blur – For Tomorrow

he`s 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,

he`s hanging on dear life

so we hold each other tightly

and hold on for tomorrow

singing la la la la la la

holding on for tomorrow

she`s a twentieth century girl,

with her hands on the wheel

trying not to make him sick again,

seeing she can borrow

london`s so nice

back in your seamless rhymes,

but we`re lost on the westway

so we hold each other tightly,

and hold on for tomorrow

trying not to be sick again

and holding on for tomorrow

she`s a twentieth century girl,

hanging on for dear life

so we hold each other tightly

and hold 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 make some tea,

says modern life is rubbish,

then susan comes into the room,

she`s a naughty girl with a lovely smile

says let`s talk a drive to primrose hill

it`s windy there and the view is so nice,

london ice can freeze you toes

like anyone i suppose.)