The drama's faded and the dust has settled down
and the looting's over and the firs, I guess they're finally out
and life goes on and on and on,
though slightly shaken

no more urgency or screaming, or things breaking
and we've been here before
bracing ourselves in the doorways

for the aftershocks...
they'll get you everytime
the aftershocks...
just when you think you're fine

the ocean doesn't seem to mind
and the sky still looks the same, if a little gray
so i'll just drink this rescued wine
and we've been here before
standing scared inside these doorways
waiting for the aftershocks...

for the aftershocks...
they'll get you everytime
the aftershocks...
just when you think you're fine

on the day you left i did all those broken lover things
i stood ut on the stormy beach, staring at the tide
a heroine in a romantic, tragic scene from far away
for weeks I cried
at every aftershock

for the aftershocks...
they'll get you everytime
the aftershocks...
just when you think you're fine