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 for 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 what she can borrow

London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes,
but we're lost on the west way
So we hold each other tightly we can wait until tomorrow
 [bad word] 
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
 [bad word] 
Overvoice: Jim stops and gets out of the car, goes to a house in emperor's gate,
through the door and to his room, then he puts the TV on, turns it off and makes
 some tea,
says modern life [bad word]  then [bad word] into the room, she's a naughty
 girl with
a lovely smile and says let's take a drive to primrose hill it's windy there and
 the view
is so nice, London ice can freeze your toes like anyone I suppose