For Tomorrow - Blur

he’s a twentieth century boy, with his hands on the rails 
trying not to be stick 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 

sing la la la la la 

holing 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 thymes, 
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