Three tower blocks glinting
in the midday sun.
Two ice cubes melting
in a glass of white rum.
Head for the places that
I`ve never gone.
(I can`t get through to myself.
Just can`t get through to myself.)
Eight beggers choking
on a slice of red pie.
Two rivers freezing
in a broken goodbye.
No hesitation,
just a kick in the eye.
(I can`t get through to myself.
Just can`t get through to myself.)
And we do alot of learning
everyday or so it seems
but the road it keeps turning
and i`m right back here again.
Blue leather jacket and a helium voice.
(I can`t get through to myself.)
My head is reeling from too much choice.
(I can`t get through to myself.
I can`t get through to myself.
Just can`t get through to myself... etc)