Through To Myself Testo

Three tower blocks glinting in the midday sunTwo ice cubes melting in a glass of white rumHead 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 pieTwo rivers freezing in a broken goodbyeNo 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 againBlue 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 myselfJust can't get through to myself...