Clapped in Irons when I see your face I gotta get away, get away But how can I escape from something I helped bring in? I won't pretend to be naive, about what's happening here to me So how can I escape from something I helped bring in? I work hard not to see your face Communication, is a tricky thing And all the gears are bent My mind tires when I see your face I really gotta say, gotta say That you know what you do from beginning to pining end It'd be so nice to be naive But that'll never ever happen to me So I'll make due with all these last minute Gallipoli plans I work hard not see your face Don't think I'm bitter cause that's not the case I work hard not to see your face Communication, is a tricky thing And all the gears are bent Communication, is the oddest bird With one clipped wing