Lyric Can t Get Through (hidden)

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)