December in London, think I just been made redundant
'95 or '96? I really can't remember which
Pack of fags, no bags, man, I like to travel lightly
Who knows what tonight's tomorrow will bring?

Will I fall into a quiet room sayin', "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 'til the last day of the year
It's not Christmas night every night, so come on, bring your sex alive

Made a veil, made a sin, I want my sex and drugs again
I call you up to get a fix at North West 6
Mini cab, two patsies, I'm dodging paparazzi
I bet they wish they could see me now

As we fall into a quiet room sayin', "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 'til 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 'til 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)
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 (ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Karl Peter Brazil, Owen Parker, Robert Peter Williams