Written by David Gray
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 beggars 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 a lot 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)