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 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)