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.
You know, I always get in trouble when I post song-lyrics anywhere. It's because my taste in music tends towards the depressing, and I like to sing, even virtually. The combination of the two means whenever I'm caught by a clever, and/or interesting lyric in a song, and decide to write it somewhere, I immediately get asked what's wrong.
Nothing's wrong, I just like the song. :P