Darkest Night - Robbie Williams

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 or 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, of northwest six

Minicab, two patsies, I’m dodging paparazzi

I 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)

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)