December, in London, think I'd just been made redundant
'95, or' 96, I really can't remember which
Pack of fags, no bags, man I liked to travel lightly
Who knows what tonight's tomorrow will bring
Will I fall into a quiet room saying, "Hold me now"
And even on the darkest night of the coldest year
(It's not Christmas night every night so come on bring your sex alive)
Hold my hand 'till the last day of the year
(It's not Christmas night every night so come on bring your sex alive)
Made of ale, made of sin, I want my sex and drugs again
I call you up, to get a fix, at Northwest six
Minicab, two patsies, I'm dodging paparazzi
I'll bet they wish they could see me now
As we fall into a quiet room saying, "Hold me now"
And even on the darkest night of the coldest year
(It's not Christmas night every night so come on bring your sex alive)
Hold my hand 'till the last day of the year
(It's not Christmas night every night so come on bring your sex alive)
And even on the darkest night
Now look at us, we're all grown up
No one to tell us when to stop
And you know we couldn't anyway
Yes we'll have our way on Christmas day
And even on the darkest night of the coldest year
(It's not Christmas night every night so come on bring your sex alive)
Hold my hand 'till the last day of the year
(It's not Christmas night every night so come on bring your sex alive)
And even on the darkest night
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Walk me out of here
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'll walk you out of here
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'll walk you out of here