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)