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]
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