I remember watching this on telly at the time. It was a sea change for blur. Out of the blue and showing new colours. Beautiful ❤

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 And so we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow Singing la, la la l-la, la, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la La, la la l-la, la, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la La, la la l-la, la, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la Holding on for tomorrow She's a twentieth century girl With her hands on the wheel Trying not to make you 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 And we can wait until tomorrow Singing la, la la l-la, la, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la La, la la l-la, la, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la La, la la l-la, la, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la Holding on for tomorrow We're trying not to be sick again And holding on for tomorrow She's a twentieth century girl Holding on for dear life And so we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow Singing la, la la l-la, la, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la La, la la l-la, la, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la La, la la l-la, la, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la Holding on for tomorrow Jim stops and gets out of the car Goes to a house in Emperor's Gate Through the door and to his room, and 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 You're holding on for tomorrow Autores de la canción: Damon Albarn / David Rowntree