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 la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la Holding on for tomorrow ...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... 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 we're lost on the Westway So we hold each other tightly And we can wait until tomorrow Singing La la, la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la Holding on for tomorrow Trying not to be sick again And holding for tomorrow She's 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 La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la Holding on for tomorrow Jim stops and gets out 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 Is Rubbish I'm Holding on for tomorrow, Then Susan comes into the room, She's a naughty girl with a lovely smile, Says let's take a drive to Primrose Hill, It's windy there and the view's so nice, London ice can freeze your toes Like anyone I suppose I'm holding on for tomorrow...

Stand tall, we are surrounded by hatred Left to defend our rights and wrongs We're segregated to other worlds Classified as the blind We are part of the living breathing And we are not the only ones We are more than self-righteous patrons And we are not the only ones Shattered, we must pick up the pieces Misrepresented and libeled Decorated with shame I am appalled At the animosity we have created I am appalled Look at all we have become Look at all we have become We are part of the living breathing And we are not the only ones We are more than self-righteous patrons And we are not the only ones

I don't know where I belong No I don't know But I've been hanging on For too long 'Cause no one really knows me, at all I've been spending time 'Cause time's on my side And if I make it home When our worlds collide 'Cause no one really knows me, at all I don't know where I belong No I don't know But I've been hanging on For too long 'Cause no one really knows me, at all So help me find my way The way I came from 'Cause I'm feeling lost and afraid You better not be too far gone Oh, have I been so wrong Missed the song Still I don't know where I belong No I don't know Because no one really knows me, at all Yeah, no one really knows me, at all

There's something in the air There's something on the wire There's something in the way I'm seeing That keeps me satisfied You've got it in my head Stars up, you've got it in my eye Somehow in the dark You've found me and brought me to the light And it feels like love It feels like love And it won't be enough But it feels like Like you might be the death of me Like you might be the death of me It's not like me to fall It's really not my style It's not like me to be so foolish I haven't in a while Cause it's something that you did Is it something in my mind I don't know what it is That's got me, so beautifully blind And it feels like love It feels like love And it won't be enough But it feels like Like you might be the death of me You might be the death of me Like you might be the death of me Like you might be the death of me Like you might be the death of me